Brockhampton - Don't Shoot up the party lyrics

[Kevin Abstract] All-American self-hatred runs deep White boys all I see whenever I sleep ni**as think I think these thoughts on purpose But I knew 'bout NSYNC 'fore cash could rule me Colonized minds by masters and slaves They both hate ni**as, that like ni**as that sing h*mophobic, I tried to gang-bang I tried to get laid, I had to get paid Hopped off the ship, I land on my feet In Corpus Christi I got my own street Running this sh*t like its a track meet I had to go back home, I seen too many ni**as dying a week Now get my dawgs black wealth, let 'em live well What a miracle we dreamed a million stories to tell You are now tuned in, baby, to the new classic New machine, keep the beats, keep 'em dancing [Kevin Abstract] Don't shoot up the party Don't shoot up the party, please Please, don't shoot up the party Don't shoot up the party, please Please, don't shoot up the party Don't shoot up my party, please Please (Please, please), please (Please, please) [Matt Champion] This a jam for your whims and your woes For the people in the back standin' on they tippy toes Don't give a damn what the journalist wrote Always dead inside like they in the catacombs On the prowl like a lion in the storm Watchin' for the prey that might slit his throat It's about time that I let your ass know Ya'll deserved the guillotine even more (Oh, oh) Kiss my ass, treat my balls like it's mistletoe fu*k dash, get cash by the truckload Made this album with my dawgs, but the city closed You in for a hell of a ride (Oh, oh) This a good time, know I'm damn right Order every single bottle of the best wine fu*k if I know, need it all though Dedicate this to my family in Chicago [ Kevin Abstract and Joba] Stay down, I'm sorry Stay down, you're ugly (Oh, oh) The people need more than money These white people don't love me (Oh, oh) Stay down, I'm sorry Stay down, I'm hungry (Oh, oh) Don't need you to love me fu*k you, come fu*k me I know [Kevin Abstract] Don't shoot up the party Don't shoot up the party, please Please, don't shoot up the party Don't shoot up the party, please Please, don't shoot up the party Don't shoot up my party, please Please (Please, please), please (Please, please) [ Joba & *Kevin Abstract*] What's the issue? Why you gotta grab that pistol? Think about who gon' miss you Never know what I been through What's the issue? Why you gotta grab that pistol? Think about who gon' miss you Never know what they might do *Don't shoot up the party, don't shoot up the p-*