Brockhampton

Brockhampton - Zipper lyrics

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[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, well, well



[Verse 1: Joba]

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

Neighbors hate, place duct tape underneath their tires

And I wait



[Verse 2: 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 in transforming



[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]

Ghetto in here flash it, ooh, them boys stay nasty

Floating like Aladdin, them the ones you talking to

Ghetto in here flash it, ooh, them boys stay nasty

Floating like Aladdin, them the ones you talking to

Ghetto in here flash it, ooh, them boys stay nasty

Floating like Aladdin, them the ones you talking to

Ghetto in here flash it, ooh, them boys stay nasty

Floating like Aladdin, them the ones you talking to



[Verse 3: Matt Champion]

Lucky days, I'm feelin' the force-a

Your boy is dusty like brush up a fossil

Hear that shit urk like the noise of a possum

Bitch, I'm a king, I was born in the castle

Built like a boxer, I'm ready to tussle

f**k on my baby, I'm ready to bust one

Come f**k with me and my dogs

Hate on my ass like in-laws, 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 skrrt off on that Michelin, aw

They don't got nothing on me 'til I pop

They don't got nothing on me, call the cops

I hit that run like a Heisman boy, run it back

Look at that boy, hear that running back



[Verse 4: Merlyn Wood]

Shout out to South Central, San Marcos

I got addicted to soft shell tacos

Right now, it's 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 glass, throw your window up

Start praying to me like my handle Cortana

We like Wu-Tang but I feel like Santana

Sweet-talkin' just like she Hannah Montana

Head was clean, Tony Fantano...

Made her my wife-a

She can't eat 'cause she's so Bella

Confused erection

Bad hoes, no name, brand slave, brainless



[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]

Ghetto in here flash it, ooh, them boys stay nasty

Floating like Aladdin, them the ones you talking to

Ghetto in here flash it, ooh, them boys stay nasty

Floating like Aladdin, them the ones you talking to

Ghetto in here flash it, ooh, them boys stay nasty

Floating like Aladdin, them the ones you talking to

Ghetto in here flash it, ooh, them boys stay nasty

Floating like Aladdin, them the ones you talking to
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