Brockhampton - Texas watchin me lyrics

{verse 1: joba} It's so easy living in delusion All i see is an illusion Been to hell and i could use one Skipping stars on a cloudy night Hearing colors, seeing music I can taste the air Something like a love affair Is only fair when it's protected In the chaos i am still here {chorus: joba & christian alexander} They'll never understand They'll never understand I like the way it hurts me I like the way it hurts me They'll never understand They'll never understand I like the way it hurts me I like the way it hurts me {verse 2: kevin abstract} I fear for my life like the president I'm loyal to my brothers like a like a blood Texas ni**as where i get my genius from Mama got some half brothers And they from the same place where stevie from I be in the city, i don't let 'em come backstage I'm afraid my family cursed Why the fu*k you think a ni**a had to go and change his last name? Yeah, i'm from the trash, it was do or die Made it out alive, only the strong survive Had to sell my soul to help my mama out Never turn on your ni**as for some clout You forgetting how to take the trash out Five hoes every night the last house I'm throwing cash out I made an ass out myself until i motherfu*kin' pass out Drunk as fu*k in the airport Probably kill ya if i tried to care more Take my own life like it's a damn sport Like it's shakespeare ni**a, eight years No acres, on ay-ers All my heroes from chicago or brooklyn They a laker {verse 3: the blossom} As you sleep at night, the city's burning down to the ground While i'm wide awake, i howl at the moon All your dreams are never ending circles keeping me around But i'm just a man with nothing to lose {bridge: kevin abstract} I'm just a man I'm just a man I'm just a man I am just a man I am just a man I am just a man {verse 4: matt champion} At your spot 34 floors up Quick with it, should've never froze up Had your nose in things you shouldn't Protected when i know i couldn't Innocence stripped from the grip Watch it slip out your tatted hands On the phone, call and see how far they is Man you playin' round, we was just some kids Like red tray round the tv set I've been pretty gone dog, you regret Lucky getting off with a minor offense With the walls closing, holding up your head Should've pulled you out Should've saw the {?} What you gonna do, what you gonna do? Sitting round the circle, faces turning purple Same convo, same dead end Always tryna talk you out this damn lane {?} face all the things you did Hanging over everybody but they never show you all the pain that they get Out that {?} Self hatred Got my {?} {outro: matt champion, kevin abstract & joba} I will make it home again I will make it home again