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letra de one more hand - brockhampton

[verse 1: kevin abstract]
i can barely rap, i can barely dance
i can barely laugh, i can barely hang
i need a male stripper, do a belly dance
for me and my boyfriend, that’s entertainment
and i’m drunk as f-ck, my n-gga sucks up
i need a reason to get my bucks up
i need a reason to care about society
they need a good enough reason just to hire me
but honestly, you see, my mom can’t walk
and her lungs don’t work like they used to
i feel like it’s my fault ’cause of music
i be saying sh-t that’s just f-cking rude and untrue, and
but truthfully, your words had damage, and it’s cruel to me
but even more cruel to be dissing you
in front of n-ggas that pay to hеar me

[verse 2: ameer vann]
my only problem is time and what i spеnd it on
so i start rapping ’bout drugs, i’m scared of falling off
i’m scared of going broke, i’m scared of momma’s house
i’m scared of n-ggas seeing me whipping, they gon’ pull me out
that’s why my windows up and tinted up, invisible
back when i was broke i used to feel invisible
now e’rybody look and wish i was invisible
i keep hear opinions, they keep counting my money
all they want is percentages, i don’t f-ck with your energy
i don’t fight with my enemies, turn myself to a memory
black man with a dream, white man with a gun
i’m somewhere in between, i’m a king in a seams
they don’t want me to live, they don’t want me to speak
and they don’t want me to breathe
[verse 3: kevin abstract]
sometimes i be wondering, why i been tripping off it
i should probably spend my time writing rhymes in the dentist’s office
that’s k!lling two birds in one stone
when i was younger, way before i was grown
i wanted a deal with death row or rhymesayers
i’m saving my time for mics later
i might save it, depending on the sh-t that y’all write later
i hate writers, i hate tweets, i hate journalists
they hate truth, they hate peace; they want my n-ggas to burn with us

[verse 4: joba]
fl!cking on the face of my wristw-tch
watch the time stop just to speed up, watch life unfold
and between the tick-tocks, speeding down the one-way
f-ck these signs, f-ck these lights, put my life on the line
when it feel right, i’m fine, no, i’m not lying, don’t ask me
i’ll pay the fine, i’ll pay the toll, just hope i don’t crash it
but hey, if i do, it will be a blaze of glory
engulfed by the manifestation of death behind me
all my life i’ve felt inadequate
and through the years i’ve dealt with tragedy after tragedy
god, send a message, send a messenger my way
never claimed to be a saint, forgive me
feel like the light that i was blessed with has diminished
i’m haunted by the visions of my youth turned true
i’ve come to expect my expectations aren’t true
but i’m a master of believing my lies
and you can’t break me, and i can’t brake at the speed of light
[verse 5: matt champion]
i’m afraid to share the bed—what if she want money later?
like she got laid off—ugh, hit my lawyer for some paper
i’m afraid to speak my pains—like, “you lucky where you at”
“you cool, but quit complaining ’bout all that”
that’s why i’m showing up late
i’m not tryna be a d-ck, but my time is not to waste
for my sh-ll, f-ck the small talk with my sensei
where my sense at? four-cylinder go round
lincoln town car pick me up, drop me off
i got bubble under my biceps, sneak me into the sidestep
ego is getting sized up, i be on b-tterfly effect
f-ck it, i’ll be myself now, tell ’em i’ll take no sh-t now
tell ’em they work for me now, tell ’em my tears, they bleed down
tell ’em i work, like, what, what time for me now?
wondering, “who is me?” now, wondering where you been now
lose you in crowds, i see now
fourteen, i see ’em all inside of me now
bank account move like speeds now, make it from ways to feed now
thinking of ways to be everything but right now

[verse 6: dom mclennon]
it’s crazy how things feel the best when reminiscing
’til we check ourselves
it’s crazy how people who left say they feeling left out
when we step for health
still accustomed to nights filled with solitude
i don’t always remember to call goodnight
i don’t always remember my altitude
i don’t always remember to stop the fight
but i might check my sight, it ain’t right
yeah i know, but my strife overwhelms, every night
until i’m forced to close my eyes
brain disease, parasite, eating me from inside
emotions bleed, i can’t believe
how i’m sleeping through the night

- brockhampton

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