LIQUID BROCKHAMPTON
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[Verse 1: Ameer Vann]
I grew up all alone, my mom and dad fighting
I moved around a lot, I did a lot of fighting
I met my friend Ian, I seen a lot of cyphers
I did a lot of writing
[Verse 2: Dom McLennon & Kevin Abstract]
Watch my uncles duck indictments
I'm used to ramen noodles, victims of mental illness
Products of neighborhoods with broken souls and wounded spirits
Don't judge me by appearance, I moved to California
Started getting paid (Nigga, you broke), shit's already boring
[Verse 3: Merlyn Wood]
Dashin' to the money like a hyphen, fuck a pipe dream, man
Had this shit when I was in my diapers
Burnin' through my diapers, hot shit, that was hot shit
Back when niggas looking for the Loch Ness
[Verse 4: Matt Champion & Dom McLennon]
Stuck 'round dip-spittin' assholes, make they mamas bashful
Got holes in my pockets so my shoes full of cash, though
Cigar, Fidel Castro, car full of Castrol
See the sunset when I backstroke, can't swim, but I could act, though
[Outro: Kevin Abstract]
I was playing rock-paper-scissors with imaginary friends
Imagine having no friends, ayy
I was playing rock-paper-scissors with imaginary friends, ayy
Imagine having no friends, man
I was playing rock-paper-scissors with imaginary friends, ayy
Imagine having no friends, man
Ayy, ayy, imagine having no friends, man
I grew up all alone, my mom and dad fighting
I moved around a lot, I did a lot of fighting
I met my friend Ian, I seen a lot of cyphers
I did a lot of writing
[Verse 2: Dom McLennon & Kevin Abstract]
Watch my uncles duck indictments
I'm used to ramen noodles, victims of mental illness
Products of neighborhoods with broken souls and wounded spirits
Don't judge me by appearance, I moved to California
Started getting paid (Nigga, you broke), shit's already boring
[Verse 3: Merlyn Wood]
Dashin' to the money like a hyphen, fuck a pipe dream, man
Had this shit when I was in my diapers
Burnin' through my diapers, hot shit, that was hot shit
Back when niggas looking for the Loch Ness
[Verse 4: Matt Champion & Dom McLennon]
Stuck 'round dip-spittin' assholes, make they mamas bashful
Got holes in my pockets so my shoes full of cash, though
Cigar, Fidel Castro, car full of Castrol
See the sunset when I backstroke, can't swim, but I could act, though
[Outro: Kevin Abstract]
I was playing rock-paper-scissors with imaginary friends
Imagine having no friends, ayy
I was playing rock-paper-scissors with imaginary friends, ayy
Imagine having no friends, man
I was playing rock-paper-scissors with imaginary friends, ayy
Imagine having no friends, man
Ayy, ayy, imagine having no friends, man
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