Brockhampton - DON’T SHOOT UP THE PARTY lyrics

[Verse 1: 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 the same h*mophobic, I tried to gangbang 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 Runnin' this sh*t like it's a track meet I had to go back home, I seen too many ni**as die in a week Get my dogs black wealth, let 'em live well What a miracle we dreamed, a million stories to tеll You are now tuned in, baby, to the nеw classic New Machine, keep the peace, keep 'em dancing [Chorus: 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, please) [Verse 2: Matt Champion & Joba] This a jam for your whims and your woes For the people in the back standing 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 his throne Watchin' for the prey that might slit his throat It's 'bout time that I let your ass know Y'all deserve the guillotine even more (Oh, oh) Kiss my ass, treat my balls like it's mistletoe fu*k class, get cash by the truckload Latest album with my dogs, 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 [Bridge: Kevin Abstract & Joba] Stay down, I'm sorry Stay down, you're ugly (Oh, oh) The people need more of the money These white people don't love me (Oh, oh) Stay down, I'm sorry Stay down, I'm hungry (Oh, oh) I don't need you to love me fu*k you, come fu*k me I know [Chorus: Kevin Abstract & Matt Champion] 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, please) [Verse 3: Joba] 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 [Outro: Bearface & Kevin Abstract] Don't shoot up the party Don't shoot up the p— Who you really wanna try to step to? Who you really wanna try to step to? Ohh, yeah