
WHAT’S THE OCCASION? BROCKHAMPTON
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[Chorus: Joba]
A million little pieces
All add up to nothin' lately
Swim within my bedsheets
It's somethin' like a celebration
What's the occasion?
What's the occasion?
[Verse 1: Matt Champion]
I know my sweat like cologne; see, this house ain't like home
If I could swallow my pride, would you admit when you wrong?
I know it's easy to just skip it, flippin' out, and you gone
Maybe I wouldn't be so testy when you came for my glow
Got dinner on the kitchen table, make sure everyone know
I made my Sunday mornings feel like Friday nights
I feel like Boobie Miles under these Friday lights
Ready to pounce on any pussy-ass bitch come for my life (Pussy ass bitch)
I'm tired of validation
I'm tired of wonderin' what the fuck I gotta do to save ya
You been in this shit for years, I can't be your savior
Had a speech with Satan; on my knees, I'm prayin'
Everything I say breakin' into—
[Chorus: Joba]
A million little pieces
All add up to nothin' lately
Swim within my bedsheets
It's somethin' like a celebration
What's the occasion?
What's the occasion?
A million little pieces
All add up to nothin' lately
Swim within my bedsheets
It's somethin' like a celebration
What's the occasion?
What's the occasion?
[Verse 1: Matt Champion]
I know my sweat like cologne; see, this house ain't like home
If I could swallow my pride, would you admit when you wrong?
I know it's easy to just skip it, flippin' out, and you gone
Maybe I wouldn't be so testy when you came for my glow
Got dinner on the kitchen table, make sure everyone know
I made my Sunday mornings feel like Friday nights
I feel like Boobie Miles under these Friday lights
Ready to pounce on any pussy-ass bitch come for my life (Pussy ass bitch)
I'm tired of validation
I'm tired of wonderin' what the fuck I gotta do to save ya
You been in this shit for years, I can't be your savior
Had a speech with Satan; on my knees, I'm prayin'
Everything I say breakin' into—
[Chorus: Joba]
A million little pieces
All add up to nothin' lately
Swim within my bedsheets
It's somethin' like a celebration
What's the occasion?
What's the occasion?
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