VICTOR ROBERTS

GINGER

BROCKHAMPTON

歌词

My ******' Power Rangers couldn't protect me

From that LAPD kick though

Motel, pick popes

Went through the livin' room,

Straight to the bathroom lookin' for great ****

My poppa lookin' at my momma lookin' at that closet like,

"There that **** go"

Two kis in the dump, ten K with the mustard

A whole family in the buster, it just don't add up

My padre facin' them three strikes

And my momma just smacked the pipe

Crack smoke, got crashed

Tight, this **** still bad

'Cause the boys peeped a brillo pad and some glass tucked

And it's lookin' like my parents was up in here

Runnin' off through that stash dump

But the fact, crack different than coke

Plus the smoke wasn't close enough to choke me

Lord screwed me so mom could kick big facts at bruh

The truth is, we held her back for this kid we took in

Tryna part with his old ways, maybe we all mistook him

'Cause I knew something was ****** up when he said

"Don't open or look in this here satchel

That I'll be back for in just a couple of minutes"

And hella hours later like lookin' in an hour later

What about cold food for a cold fool?

************ put my family in danger

I blame myself for all my anger

I never looked inside this stuff

So he never truly never believed in the highly stuff

When you show me what was really inside this stuff

I never had a clue

Now I know as police, you gotta do what you gotta do

But this my family, all I got us, my *****

My whole mother just shot at us, my *****

This is why we here

Now don't **** with ****** I don't know

But I had the heart to help this kid in danger, tears in anger

Gemini gettin' violent

The police silence don't help anxiety

My daddy's passin', all of this whilin'

All of these pilots, not one of them flyin'

Y'all flyin', all tryna fight this divin' nose chuck

Popo stuck, play your part

All of this commotion and the neighbors listenin' like, "Oh ****"

Shiftin' a spark

All this emotion, need a decision made with some heart

'Cause ours is broken,

They tryna lock the third, not your mouth

My pops chokin', this **** ain't kosher

Moms is over if CBS get sent to page us

I ain't gon' see my parents for ages

All this erosion, no protection

**** don't feel safe

What graduation? What degrees?

What visitations? What imagination?

Imagine my whole world taken away from me

All over some basic misconstrued melodies

My heart racin', clutchin' my red Ranger, pacin'

I can barely breathe

Mister policeman

Policeman

They got what we need

Just let 'em be

Thank God for my ******* still sticking with me

Thank God, when I talk, I know you listen to me

Thank God that I'm built for the distance