The stark contrast from the hard-hitting, bass-heavy, verses to a beautiful and somber chorus by Kevin Abstract acts as a true representation of BROCKHAMPTON’s musical style. The boyband is able to effortlessly switch from braggadocio bars about trappin', smokin', and getting with girls- to remarking about when all is said and done, at least the members will have had a reason to live because of their music.
BUMP
BROCKHAMPTON Lyrics
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I just want that, I just want that bump, bump in my trunk
Blowing skunk, getting crunk with my baby, oh what's up
Bump, bump in my trunk, bump, bump in my trunk
We gon' ride ride ride, down to Mexico
You can see the bad man, I caught him, you can't catch him though
You can see the bad man, I caught him, you can't catch him though
White lies all the way to Mexico
Merlin! Merlin!
When this ends
At least I'll have a reason to live
When this ends
At least I'll have a reason to live
I've been trappin' out my momma house
Dope boy money, keep the water and the lights on
Spray it like it's Lysol
Your bitch don't like the dark so we fuckin' with the lights on
I fuck her with my chains on, you the one I changed on
I just won the ghetto lottery, I guess I'm hood rich
Chillin' at the gallows smokin' blacks with my hood bitch
You ain't what you could be, come get on this dope dick
I sell it by the gram now, tell me who you fuck with
When this ends
At least I'll have a reason to live
When this ends
At least I'll have a reason to live
Watch me, watch me, watch me, watch me operate
I ain't ain't here to talk now nigga we ain't gonna conversate
This modern terrorism, you can't moderate
I've been fiendin', time to put these demons on display
'Cause they don't understand, and I don't give a damn
Smoke some shit straight outta Alice in Wonderland
Brockhampton the clan, bitch I ain't your man
Like they're stacking just to crumble like an avalanche
This is how it stand, this is how it is
Bitch I ain't your friend, I ain't havin' kids
'Cause I know that if I'm gon' bring 'em in the world
My little spawns of Satan might just take off with your fucking girl
Bump bump in my trunk
Bump bump bump bump bump bump in my trunk
Bump bump in my trunk
Bump bump in my trunk
Bump bump bump bump bump bump in my trunk
Bump bump in my trunk
When this ends
At least I'll have a reason to live
When this ends
At least I'll have a reason to live
When this ends
At least I'll have a reason to live
When this ends
At least I'll have a reason to live
The lyrics of BROCKHAMPTON's BUMP is a reflection of their life on the streets which is portrayed through the use of drugs, money, and the setting of Mexico. The lyrics convey a sense of impulsive behavior where the singer seeks pleasure in different forms. He sucks on his pinky ring while smelling like chrysanthemum, perhaps indicating his taste for luxury, while also indulging in blowing skunk and getting crunk with his baby. The chorus 'Bump, bump in my trunk,' is repeated several times, almost like a chant, hinting at the singer's obsession with loud music.
The second verse of the song starts with the singer noting that he has been trappin' out his momma house, meaning he has been dealing drugs from his mother's home. He has enough money to keep the water and the lights on in the house. The verse ends with him boasting about how he is now hood rich, implying his success as a drug dealer. The last verse of the song is rapped by Dom McLennon, who talks about modern terrorism and how he has been fiendin' to put his demons on display. As the song ends, the chorus continues, and the lyrics 'When this ends, at least I'll have a reason to live' are repeated several times.
Overall, the lyrics of BUMP capture BROCKHAMPTON's life full of frenzy, drugs, and the quest for pleasure. The lyrics also highlight the inner conflicts of the singer, who in the face of adversity, is looking for a sense of purpose.
Line by Line Meaning
Sucking on my pinky ring, smelling like chrysanthemum
I'm living the high life, indulging in luxury and smelling great
I just want that, I just want that bump, bump in my trunk
All I want is the rush of adrenaline and excitement in my life
Blowing skunk, getting crunk with my baby, oh what's up
I'm smoking weed and getting drunk with my lover, having a good time
We gon' ride ride ride, down to Mexico
We're headed on a wild adventure to Mexico, ready to have fun
You can see the bad man, I caught him, you can't catch him though
I'm bragging about catching a dangerous man and taunting others who can't do the same
White lies all the way to Mexico
We're headed on a journey filled with deception and lies
Merlin! Merlin!
A callout to the group member Merlin
When this ends
At least I'll have a reason to live
I'm struggling and looking for purpose in life, hoping to find it when the current situation ends
I've been trappin' out my momma house
Dope boy money, keep the water and the lights on
I'm making drug money to support myself and even pay bills for my family
Spray it like it's Lysol
Your bitch don't like the dark so we fuckin' with the lights on
I fuck her with my chains on, you the one I changed on
I use spray to cover up my illegal activities, and I engage in sexual activity with my partner with certain preferences and attire
I just won the ghetto lottery, I guess I'm hood rich
Chillin' at the gallows smokin' blacks with my hood bitch
I came into a lot of money from the inner city and am enjoying it with my lover
You ain't what you could be, come get on this dope dick
I sell it by the gram now, tell me who you fuck with
If you're not living up to your potential, try my drugs and see if it helps. I'm a big-time dealer, so come to me instead of others
Watch me, watch me, watch me, watch me operate
I ain't ain't here to talk now nigga we ain't gonna conversate
Observe me as I do what I do best, and don't try to engage in conversation with me
This modern terrorism, you can't moderate
I've been fiendin', time to put these demons on display
There's a new type of terror and it can't be contained. I'm struggling with my demons and need to address them now
'Cause they don't understand, and I don't give a damn
Smoke some shit straight outta Alice in Wonderland
Brockhampton the clan, bitch I ain't your man
People don't understand my life or my music, and I don't care. I'm like someone out of a fantasy world. I'm a part of the music group Brockhampton, but I'm not interested in romance
Like they're stacking just to crumble like an avalanche
This is how it stand, this is how it is
Bitch I ain't your friend, I ain't havin' kids
People are building themselves up, but they'll come crashing down eventually. This is the reality, and I don't have time for friendships or family
Bump bump in my trunk
Bump bump bump bump bump bump in my trunk
Bump bump in my trunk
Bump bump in my trunk
Bump bump bump bump bump bump in my trunk
Bump bump in my trunk
I need the constant rush and excitement of life, like a bumping bass in my car
When this ends
At least I'll have a reason to live
When this ends
At least I'll have a reason to live
When this ends
At least I'll have a reason to live
When this ends
At least I'll have a reason to live
Repeating the earlier sentiment, still searching for purpose and motivation in life to carry on
Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Ameer Vann, Clifford Simpson, Dominique Simpson, Matthew Champion, Romil Hemnani, Russell Boring, William Wood
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