Brockhampton - ZIPPER lyrics

[Intro – Joba] Pretty sure I’m maniacal, but what do I know? I don’t know, all I know is what I see through my monocle That and the telescope, keep one lens on the money flow The other’s gold and complemental trusty world, well I’m rolling down hills in a suit through the mud Throw my dress shoes in a fire with the woods Sit back and relax with the fumes of Everything I hate in the world Play Mozart, smoke my cigar on- My estate, keep the cars parked on the front lawn In a safe place, duct taped underneath their tires And I wait [Verse 1 – Dom McLennon] Sun sets to blood Moon horizons Left brain and right brain divide him Set frames and watch plays inside them In the mountains, now’s where you’ll find him I smell a breeze in the morning I feel your presence, it’s warming I paid attention to warnings But we were too caught up and transforming [Hook/Chorus – Kevin Abstract] Ghetto in here, flash it Oo them boys stay nasty Floating like Aladdin D--n girl was you talking to me? Ghetto in here, flash it Oo them boys stay nasty Floating like Aladdin D--n girl was you talking to me? Ghetto in here, flash it Oo them boys stay nasty Floating like Aladdin D--n girl was you talking to me? Ghetto in here, flash it Oo them boys stay nasty Floating like Aladdin D--n girl was you talking to me? [Verse 2 – Matt Champion] Lucky days, I’m feeling (?) Your boy is dusty like brush up a fossil Hear that s--t uurk like the noise of a possum B---h I’m a king, I was born in the castle Built like a boxer, I’m ready to tussle F--k come on baby, I’m ready to bust one Come f--k with me and my dogs Hate on my a-s like it lost, uh That boy stay light like a cheerleader, um She want me filled like a two litre, um Eat it all day, watch it ricochet off Then I skirt off on that Michelin They don’t got nothing on me till I pop They don’t got nothing on me, call the cops I hit that run like a Heisman boy Look at that boy hear that running back [Verse 3 – Merlyn Wood] Shout out to salsa from San Marcos I got addicted to soft shell tacos Right now its panties and ramen noodles Now I see how I’m gon’ make a shooter Stamina, stamina? I used to be holding the camera Head through the gla**, throw your window up Start praying to me like my handle Cortana We like Wu-Tang but I feel like Santana She’s light skin just like she Hannah Montana That was clean, Tony Fantano Met my wife, she can’t eat ’cause she’s so bella Confused erection Bad hoes, no name, brand slave, brainless [Hook/Chorus – Kevin Abstract] Ghetto in here, flash it Oo them boys stay nasty Floating like Aladdin D--n girl was you talking to me? Ghetto in here, flash it Oo them boys stay nasty Floating like Aladdin D--n girl was you talking to me? Ghetto in here, flash it Oo them boys stay nasty Floating like Aladdin D--n girl was you talking to me? Ghetto in here, flash it Oo them boys stay nasty Floating like Aladdin D--n girl was you talking to me?