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Brockhampton

Genres: Other

Zipper Lyrics - Brockhampton

Pretty sure I'm maniacal, but what do I know? 

I don't know, all I know is what I see through my monocle 

That and the telescope, keep one lens on the money flow 

The other's gold and complemental trusty, well, well 

 

I'm rollin' down hills in a suit through the mud 

Throw my dress shoes in a fire with the woods 

Sit back and relax with the fumes of 

Everything I hate in the world 

Play Mozart, smoke, my cigar on 

My estate, keep the cars parked on the front lawn 

Neighbors hate, place duct tape underneath their tires 

And I wait 

 

Sun sets to blood moon horizons 

Left brain and right brain divided 

Set frames and watch plays inside them 

In the mountains now's where you'll find him 

I smell a breeze in the morning 

I feel your presence, it's warming 

I paid attention to warnings 

But we were too caught up in, transforming 

 

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Ghetto in here, flash it 

Ooh, them boys stay nasty 

Floatin' like Aladdin 

Them the ones you talkin' to 

Ghetto in here, flash it 

Ooh, them boys stay nasty 

Floatin' like Aladdin 

Them the ones you talkin' to 

Ghetto in here, flash it 

Ooh, them boys stay nasty 

Floatin' like Aladdin 

Them the ones you talkin' to 

Ghetto in here, flash it 

Ooh, them boys stay nasty 

Floatin' like Aladdin 

Them the ones you talkin' to 

 

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Lucky days, I'm burnin' the four-sil 

Your boy is dusty like brush up a fossil 

Hear that shit urk like the noise of a possum 

Bitch, I'm a king, I was born in the castle 

Built like a boxer, I'm ready to tussle 

Fuck on my baby, I'm ready to bust one 

Come fuck with me and my dogs 

Hate on my ass like in-laws, uh 

That boy stay light like a cheerleader, um 

She want me filled like a two litre, um 

Eat it all day, watch it ricochet off 

Then I skrrt off on that Michelin, aw 

They don't got nothing on me till I pop 

They don't got nothing on me, call the cops 

I hit that run like a Heisman boy, run it back 

Look at that boy, hit that runnin' back 

 

Shout out to South Central, San Marcos 

I got addicted to soft shell tacos 

Right now, it's panties and ramen noodles 

Now I see how I'm gon' make a shooter 

Stamina, stamina! 

I used to be holdin' the camera 

Head through the glass, throw your window up 

Start prayin' to me like my handle Cortana 

We like Wu-Tang but I feel like Santana 

She's lightskin just like she Hannah Montana 

Head was clean, Tony Fantano 

Made her my wife-a 

She can't eat 'cause she's so Bella 

Confused erection 

Bad hoes, no name, brand slave, brainless 

 

Ghetto in here, flash it 

Ooh, them boys stay nasty 

Floatin' like Aladdin 

Them the ones you talkin' to 

Ghetto in here, flash it 

Ooh, them boys stay nasty 

Floatin' like Aladdin 

Them the ones you talkin' to 

Ghetto in here, flash it 

Ooh, them boys stay nasty 

Floatin' like Aladdin 

Them the ones you talkin' to 

Ghetto in here, flash it 

Ooh, them boys stay nasty 

Floatin' like Aladdin 

Them the ones you talkin' to 

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