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letra de pokeballs* (539) - brockhampton

[chorus: kevin abstract]
i’m tired of showing up for trust, and for love
just so y’all can gimme dust, gimme dust, gimme dust, gimme (yeah)
i’m tired of showing up for trust, and for love
just so y’all can gimme dust, gimme dust, gimme dust, gimme (yeah)
i’m tired of showing up for trust, and for love
just so y’all can gimme dust, gimme dust, gimme dust, gimme (yeah)
i’m tired of showing up for trust, and for love
just so y’all can gimme dust, gimme dust, gimme dust

[verse 1: dom mclennon]
said n-gga, brother, n-gga, brother, what you living for?
is you gon’ finish what you started? what you quitting for?
they told me god sent me a mission, but i’m missing the supplies to complete it
i ain’t the one you should read in, i’m used to being defeated
so n-gga, brother, who you standing with?
i’m independent ’cause these parties never planned for this
brother n-gga with a brain, unintentionally changin’ the f-ckin’ game
the feeling’s never the same, you chase what you couldn’t gain
i’m so accustomed to flames, i couldn’t tell you what’s fire
situation is dire, hear them calls from the choir
the disposition acquired from my position on earth
is telling me, “decapitate everything for what it’s worth”
when i die, these words gon’ need separate caskets and a he-rs-
i don’t rhyme, i freeze time and let these hands just do the work
i’m in tandem with this curse, going manic since my birth
see this canvas as my plan, and i’m commanding with my nerves, b-tch
[verse 2: joba]
i know an eye for eye would leave the whole world blind
but i been feeling like i gotta catch ’em all, suck my pokéb-lls
don’t wanna force it, but it’s important that i stay on my clockwork orange
in all respects, the hammer rob me but the [?]
this is something different, bruh
never in my life have i felt so inclined
to just disappear or break a jaw
stay on the fence, ’cause when i look to both sides
i see rabid dogs, foaming at the mouth and sh-t
guess what?
i found my f-cks to give, and i came a long way from sleeping on that crusty couch in the driveway
matter of fact, we all did
so superglue your lips
and just enjoy the hits
and you can keep the salt
’cause that’s a sh-tty dish

- brockhampton

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