TALIBAN (GINGER 06) BROCKHAMPTON

[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]
I told my boys that the funeral was televised
Raising money for my school, wasting hella time
I ain't take the day off to get crucified
And they wonder why we don't trust journalism
Your black skin is black again, they got you turnin' venom
I was in the kitchen, dawg, they was murkin' bitches
This white fist hit my sister, every child nigga
I ain't call it all, I ain't seen it all nigga
But that shit creep up on me when I close my eyes
Ask who, what, who got who, why
Takin' trips just to trip, hallelujah
Caught a sense of some sin, nothing new, yeah
Turn the turntables into something stupid
Got my niggas in the back, we get that loosе side
Lucify, choose your ride, two to hidе
Lose the third world, with work, I need church, ah!

[Bridge]
(Done it all again, this a jam in my backseat)
I- I- It could be-
(Done it all again, this a jam in my backseat)
I- I- I-... It could be- I-
(Done it all again, this a jam in my backseat)
I- It could be me and you
(Done it all again, this a jam in my backseat)
It could be- I-
It could be me and-