Get Back BROCKHAMPTON (Ft. Ryan Beatty)

[Intro]
Pardon the, uh, technical difficulties
(Pardon the, uh, technical difficulties)

[Verse: Kevin Abstract]
What you immersed with, burst your bubble
The trouble that we be surfin' through
It hurts to chew, I gotta face the truth
My brother face the judge, I can't face the drugs
In Corpus, dawg, man, they laced the drugs
You can hang with us, yea
Just don't be a weirdo unless it's natural
Like my dreads and my bed, so lonely
Thank God for the homies
Thank God for the groceries that you brought through
'Cause we was gettin' hungry, niggas know that I'm a lot, too
I got a lot to lose, when the pressure's on, the block is cool
The vibes is new, ain't nobody watchin' you
So how could we be robbin' you?
I need you more than you think
I make more than you think, I think more than you think
If I keep goin' at this rate, I'll be a great next week
Album done in my sleep, I got it done in a week
Been possessed by my old self
Fuckin' with the Devil got me fuckin' hella hoes still
Money that I owe still, my father paid my phone bill
(That's just karma comin' back)
'Cause I ain't seen his crib still, I ain't met his kids still
I'm tryna have a kid still
(Ayo, can I get out this deal? Real quick?)