New Orleans
BROCKHAMPTON Lyrics

Perfectly fine, it's fine
The singer claims that everything is as it should be

Said nigga brother, nigga brother, what you livin' for?
The singer addresses someone, asking them the meaning of their existence

Is you gon' finish what you started? What you quittin' for?
The singer questions whether the addressee will complete what they've begun or give up

They told me God gave me a mission
The artist says they were told that God gave them a mission

But I'm missing the supplies to complete it
The artist claims that they lack the necessary tools to fulfill their mission

I ain't the one you should read in, I'm used to being defeated
The singer says they have a habit of being unsuccessful and therefore should not be a role model

So nigga brother, who you standin' with?
The singer inquires about the allegiances of the person they are addressing

I'm independent 'cause these parties never planned for this
The artist claims that they are self-sufficient because groups with similar aspirations never accounted for their participation

Brother nigga with a brain, unintentionally swerving in every lane
The artist describes themselves as having intelligence but frequently lacking direction

The feeling's never the same, you chase what you couldn't gain
The artist says chasing what one can't attain is futile

I'm so accustomed to flames, I couldn't tell you what's fire
The singer claims to experience intense emotional turmoil so frequently that they cannot differentiate between strong emotions

Situation is dire, hear them calls from the choir
The artist describes a bleak scenario where they hear warning cries from a group of people

The disposition acquired from my position on Earth
The singer claims that their character traits resulted from their time on the planet

Is telling me decapitate everything for what it's worth
The singer's sense of self tells them to eliminate everything, regardless of their value, to preserve their worth

When I die, these words gon' need separate caskets in a hearse
The singer claims that their words will need to be buried in different caskets as individual entities, rather than together, at their funeral

I don't rhyme, I freeze time and let these hands just do the work
The artist claims that their physical actions, rather than their verbal abilities, create an impact

I'm in tandem with my curse, going manic since my birth
The artist suggests that they have been cursed since birth and that they experience bouts of intense mental states as a result

See the canvas as a planet I'm commanding with my nerves
The singer sees their canvas as a universe which they govern using their emotions

Tell 'em boys, don't run from us
The singer urges someone, not to run from them or their group

I been down too long, cousin
The artist claims to have been in a low emotional state for an extended period

I been down too long, brother
The artist refers to someone as a brother who has also been feeling low emotionally

Tell the world, I ain't scared of nothin'
The artist doesn't fear anything, so they tell the world

Tell the world, I ain't scared of jumpin'
The singer isn't afraid of jumping into a new situation

Tell my boy, I want a crib in London
The artist communicates to someone that they desire to own a house in London

Tell the world to stop trippin' out
The singer urges people to stop overreacting

I'll build a different house with some different functions
The singer has hopes of constructing a home with unique features and purposes

Try to treat man like baby
The singer accuses somebody of treating them like an infant

Feel the teeth sink in like rabies
The artist claims that feeling attacked is comparable to being bitten by a rabid dog

Boy, you know you don't look fly
The artist tells someone that they don't look fashionable

Dem gold chains turn your neck green, bye
The singer suggests that wearing fake gold jewelry can cause the skin to turn green

Nothin' different now, all around now
The singer suggests that everything remains the same as it was before

Who you keep around now? That's a big reflection
The artist questions the individual's choice of company and asserts that this defines them

Don't like how they talkin' to me, why they walkin' to me?
The artist expresses dissatisfaction with the way people interact with them and why they approach them

Wear your shit upon your sleeve, so projectin' on me
The artist tells a person always to show emotions and not to project them onto others

Sense is your surround sound, what's your take on me?
The singer asks how someone perceives them, given that their surroundings influence their opinion

Kill the eagle now, what that make of me?
The artist metaphorically suggests destroying a symbol of eminence, which would have an impact on who they are

Angle watch screen, couple sips of Tanqueray
The singer describes themselves watching a video at an angle while drinking gin

I'ma throw a couple punches, I'ma do it anyway
The singer says they will throw punches regardless of the consequences

Chin up, little son, I slide in like the macarena
The singer says that they will face daily frustrations with a positive attitude

Lose time, penne style spiced up, jalapeño
The artist loses track of time while eating pasta with spicy jalapeño peppers

Supersonic, move through tunnel, two-wheel cycle, slightly savage
The artist describes moving at high speed through a tunnel on a motorcycle aggressively

Better than 9 millimeter with extended suppressor
The singer claims to be more dangerous than a silenced handgun

Bustin' out the function, highly comfortable
The singer is confident while leaving an event

Got this mad ting on my body, man, my sweat lethal
The artist makes a boast that their very perspiration is deadly

Sweet kisses like the candy out the carnival
The artist likens sweet kisses to carnival candy

I'ma call my own shots, hit the audible
The artist asserts that they control all their choices and have the capacity to call an audible

Impending death is the only sign of life
The singer suggests that the only true sign of being alive is the prospect of mortality

I'm throwing Hail Marys 'til I die
The artist will make wild attempts to succeed until their death

Throw it up, all I have is peace of mind, throwin' up
The singer is so content that they feel like throwing up

Have my wings clipped, I don't need them shits, learn to fly again
The singer's spirit has been broken, but they will regain their motivation and learn to soar again

Fast track to last place, I swear I've never been up top
The singer feels like they've always been in last place and have never experienced success

But I'm up here somewhere
The artist feels that they are somewhere near the top of their game

Out here, nobody can tell me shit
The artist claims that nobody can persuade or influence them in their current situation

Shit, never mind what I did back then
The singer dismisses their past achievements or mistakes as irrelevant

You should take a look at yourself instead
The singer suggests that a person looks well at themselves instead of making criticisms

Maybe you can find yourself, love yourself
The artist emphasizes the importance of self-love and self-discovery

Here's to health and here's to wealth, all together now
The artist proposes a toast to health and wealth, inviting everyone to join in

Hoo! Voodoo Man
The artist announces themselves as a Voodoo practitioner

Mama took me to the church and I sang a hymn
The singer recounts a memory of going to church with their mother and singing a hymn

Co-Colonized Christian
The artist identifies as a Christian because their country has a history of colonization by Christians

Now I'm losing my religion, yeah
The singer asserts that they are abandoning their faith

God damn, so narcissistic this millennium
The singer comments on the current era being self-absorbed

Fuck you and the bubble that you livin' in
The singer doesn't respect someone who lives in a sheltered world

I don't go to church, but I'm so spiritual
The artist claims not to attend church but still considers themselves a spiritual person

Pulled my life out of dirt, that's a miracle
The artist considers their life a miracle because they managed to pull themselves out of a dire situation

If Jesus was a pop star, would he break the bank?
The singer makes a hypothetical comparison between Jesus and a famous musician regarding their income

All these diamonds in my face, I'm shining like the day
The singer is visually impressive, due to highlighter or glitter on their face

I'm living in my prime, man, what can I say?
The artist suggests that they are currently living at their best

If the service is an hour, I'm an hour late
The artist will always be one hour late if a service has a one-hour length limit