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M.O.B - BROCKHAMPTON
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M.O.B BROCKHAMPTON

M.O.B - BROCKHAMPTON
[Intro: Kevin Abstract, Bunny Sigler & DJ Bobbito Garcia]
Hey, kids? (Yeah)
How you feelin'? (Fine)
You feel alright? (Yeah)
I wanna be more like a child, they question everything
Like, "Momma, where is your wedding ring?"
The dust still settlin'
Aight then, I'm settled in
Pardon the, uh, technical difficulties

[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]
I'm tryna go in, I hope you niggas know it
Young boy, I ain't heroic
They hurtin', free they soul bitch
You poor fool, think you know it
My boy got the heater loaded
So I don't trip too often
Reportin' live from Kaufman
These my dawgs for life
Until I see a coffin
Them trees, they got me coughin'
I'm ridin' around, I'm cautious
We yellin', "Fuck the law, bitch"
We finna get it started
We youngin' and we wildin'
That bread keep multiplyin'
That pain just keep on comin'
Bring that Holy Water, we fuckin' underwater
We jackin' off each other on the beach, then cum in the water
That's that Holy Water
That's that Florida shit, that 305, that guala, guala
Might not see tomorrow
Wash the evil from your heart, that's a verse I borrowed
I see y'all boys tomorrow
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