BROCKHAMPTON - BET I Lyrics
[Spoken Intro: Kevin Abstract]Smoking like five, six blunts in this *****My nigga Jon rollin' up, smoking heavyShout my nigga Jabari[Intro: Kevin Abstract]I ain't been the same since my Grandma passedDamn, damnMa ain't been the same since my Grandma passedDamn, damnShe don't smoke weed to get highDamn, damnShe only smoke dope 'cause her friends do itDamn, damn[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]She don't give a ***** about no homeworkShe gone pop that ***** but give me dome firstShe pretend she love me until her throat hurtWe gone need some rubbers and some more workWe be screaming like our TV don't workHer Mama say to leave me 'fore she disown herI don't blame her either took her from the churchNow watch me burn it down while I soul search[Hook: Kevin Abstract]Bet I, bet I, bet I burn it downBet I, bet I, bet I burn it downBet I, bet I, bet I burn it downNow watch me, watch me while I burn it downWe be getting highActing like we ain't got problemsWe be getting highActing like we ain't got problemsWe be getting highActing like we ain't got problemsWe be getting high, we be getting high, oh[Verse 2: Ameer Vann]She only call me when she wanting to get highRoll that weed, push them needles, slide them panties to the sideOff that shit we gone ***** through the nightTight white skin just the right fit for the nightTake another sip if you'd likeAnother motha*****ing bong rip if you likeYou ain't going home for the nightPut you in that seat to the rightComing home with me for the nightAnd ima get you highTake you places you ain't beenAnd never have to leave this spotMelt here right here in the skyAnd I can make it rain and watch it wash them sins awaySo tell me, do you really feel lonely?Waking up cold you be calling out to hold meTo make you feel whole just not so aloneNever let you goAnd we never coming downAnd you ain't got no homeSo we ain't got no problemsIf all we need is drugs then all you gotta do is call meIf all we need is love then why is hate is what surround meSwallow all these down and let these problems melt and drown meJust drown me, just drown me[Hook: Kevin Abstract]Bet I, bet I, bet I burn it downBet I, bet I, bet I burn it downBet I, bet I, bet I burn it downNow watch me, watch me while I burn it downWe be getting highActing like we ain't got problemsWe be getting highActing like we ain't got problemsWe be getting highActing like we ain't got problemsWe be getting high, we be getting high, oh[Verse 3: Matt Champion]She done flipped the pharmaceuticalsAll I wanna know is where you goPowder shower, down on youKnow you sour, no sweets from youBaby gone ***** till the night finishShe gone suck till the life in itShe probably gone bite till the blood hit itGot some polaroid *****s put a knife in emYou a bad girl, bad habitBad girl, good finishBad girl, go get itRead a bad girl like book, what?She throw it, throw it back like a hook, what?See I don't wanna tell em who I love noShe gonna hit me like a plug woahAll we gon do is ***** on the floor[Bridge 1: Matt Champion, Kevin Abstract, Joba]Bad girl, noBad girl, noShe so bad, she so bad, she so bad, yeahShe so bad, she so bad, she so bad, yeahShe so bad, she so bad, she so bad, yeahShe so bad, she so bad, she so bad, yeahShe's a bad, bad girl, woah, woah-ohShe's a bad, bad girl, oh, oh, oh, woah[Interlude: Poofie]***** came through, you know what I'm saying?She was bad as shit, she was bad as shit, man, I'm telling you, manI'm telling you, yoShe had that nice ass on her and shitBut listen, listen, listen, listen, listenListen, listenYo, yo, yo, tell me, tell, listen, listenIf she got that thing man I swear I think she got that jungle fever[Verse 4: Merlyn Wood]Then I'm Tarzan, homieIf she bleeding, targetYeah I dropped my standardsMy teachers aren'tTryna flunk me downThey tryna hold me back***** Kenan & Kel, man I ain't with All ThatNo I ain't fight this hardSince my Daddy put em upI was hitting them trees in his big red truckCame a long way from havin my shirt tuckedAnd I still don't give a *****And I still don't give, uh, no I don'tDuct tape on my jeans let it showI'm a ***** up, let 'em knowI'm sorry MamaLast time I cried was for my GrandmamaCould smell her like the flowersAfricana summer
