Each member reflects upon their new found financial comfort, whilst also ruminating over their dissatisfaction with such fame and success. The group presents this dichotomy in order to reflect the conflict between a perceivable sense of comfort and recurrent struggles with mental health.
The strings loop used in “District“ is from an Ableton sample pack called “Loopmasters Mixtape” and the loop is called “rs17B_102_low”.
On October 23, they performed the song on The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon.
DISTRICT
BROCKHAMPTON Lyrics
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Let me find my way out of this bitch
Find myself high in the distance
Find me up, lying in this ditch
With a wrist and some diamonds a-mixin'
If I can't find the time to get my heart out
Would you stomp 'em out when we slow the world down
Ain't no telling, no telling so call the coroner
Let me find my way out of this bitch
Find myself high in the distance
Find me up, lying in this ditch
With a wrist and some diamonds a-mixin'
If I can't find the time to get my heart out
Would you stomp 'em out when we slow the world down
Would you hold it down for me when my heart pound
Ain't no telling, no telling so call the coroner
Aye, I'ma just bounce with that
In fact I bought a whole damn house with that
Aye, hand me where the ounces at
Tell me where the damn these ounces at
Aye, tell me where the ounces at
Tell me where the ounces, ounces at
Aye, tell me where the ounces at
Tell me where the ounces, ounces at
It's getting hot, you best just—
(Woo! Simmer down, simmer down, simmer down, simmer down)
The effects can't touch this
(Woo! Simmer down, simmer down, simmer down, simmer down)
Stepped up, step down, bitch
(Woo! Simmer down, simmer down, simmer down, simmer down)
Wait, wait, wait
I'm alive, I'm alive, the bags in my ride, I
I ain't ever been the one that's scared of you
Baby, you can come and get it
I'm alive, I'm alive, the bags in my ride, I
Baby, when the karma gets you
Maybe you can run away with us
In my bag in the vault, moving on, move along
Damn I fall, move too fast, life is skidding to a halt
Got back on the road, and made it to the start
Disregard me, emotional discharge
Can't forget the mission, put it to my heart
I ain't playing games, but you can play a part
Standing up apart behind my battle scars
Money walk and money talk, but money no make comfortable
Big ass house and big ass car don't add up when you die alone
I want white knights like five lights for some little chromes
I want bliss, no strife
Rewind, don't slice around my aura with the better lies
I want a better life, bend around the corner
One deep, eyes shut when they know the place
But you don't know me, I don't correlate
Straight from manipulation wouldn't wanna infiltrate my brothers
Still wanna get me high, eyes low off that methadone
Always throwing curve, like a reaper sight
Gnawing on my wood like a termite
Entering my world like a parasite
(Parasite, parasite, parasite, parasite)
Praise God, hallelujah! I'm still depressed
At war with my conscience, paranoid, can't find that shit
Woo, praise God, hallelujah! I'm still depressed
At war with my conscience, paranoid, I can't—
Let me find my way out of this bitch
I'm Sammy-Jo, and my favorite colors are black and red
With a wrist and some diamonds a-mixin'
If I can't find time to get my heart out
Would you stomp 'em out when we slow the word down
Would you hold it down for me when my heart pound
Ain't no telling, no telling so call the coroner
Sittin' on your porch, across parking lots and you
Light it up better dodge the cops
And I'll never get sick of playing with your locks
I- I- miss you lots, I- I- miss you lots, I- I-
Sittin' on your porch, across parking lots
And I'll never get sick of playing with your locks I- I-
Sittin' on your porch, across parking lots and you
Miss you lots, I- I- miss you lots, I- I-
Sittin' on your porch, across parking lots
And I'll never get sick of playing with your locks
I- I- miss you lots, I- I- miss you lots
I- I- miss you lots, I- I- miss you lots, I- I-
The lyrics to BROCKHAMPTON's song "DISTRICT" explore themes of personal struggles, finding one's way, and the complexities of relationships. The song begins with the singer, Sammy-Jo, searching for an escape from their current situation, both metaphorically and literally. They desire to find themselves in a better place, away from the struggles they are facing. The mention of a wrist with diamonds hints at the idea of material wealth and aesthetics mixing with internal turmoil.
The lyrics then ask if someone would be there to support and hold them down when their heart is pounding and they are in need. The uncertainty of whether they will find the time to express their emotions and if someone will understand them is highlighted. The mention of calling the coroner suggests that the singer is feeling overwhelmed and questioning their own mortality in the face of these struggles.
The second part of the song switches perspectives and introduces a different subject. The lyrics now touch on themes of materialism, particularly with the references to money, possessions, and comfort. The desire for a better life is expressed, but there is also a recognition that external factors alone cannot bring happiness. The singer seeks something deeper, a blissful state without strife and better connections with others.
Throughout the song, there are also hints of emotional vulnerability and inner turmoil. The singer expresses their depression, war with their conscience, and paranoia. The repetition of "praise God, hallelujah" juxtaposed with feelings of depression suggests a complex relationship with faith and spirituality.
Overall, "DISTRICT" delves into personal struggles, the desire for escape and self-discovery, the complexities of relationships, and the search for meaning and happiness.
Line by Line Meaning
Let me find my way out of this bitch
Allow me to navigate my way out of this difficult situation
Find myself high in the distance
Discovering my true purpose and finding fulfillment in the future
Find me up, lying in this ditch
Discover me in a low and vulnerable state
With a wrist and some diamonds a-mixin'
Showing off my extravagant lifestyle with jewelry and wealth
If I can't find the time to get my heart out
If I can't find the opportunity to express my true emotions
Would you stomp 'em out when we slow the world down
Will you help me deal with my problems when we take a pause from the chaotic world
Would you hold it down for me when my heart pound
Will you support me during times of anxiety or distress
Ain't no telling, no telling so call the coroner
Uncertain about the future, so be prepared for any outcome
Aye, I'ma just bounce with that
I'm going to accept and embrace that idea
In fact I bought a whole damn house with that
In fact, I've achieved significant success with that decision
Aye, hand me where the ounces at
Hey, give me the drugs or alcohol
Tell me where the damn these ounces at
Inform me where I can find the desired quantity
It's getting hot, you best just— (Woo! Simmer down, simmer down, simmer down, simmer down)
The situation is intensifying, so it's better to calm down and relax
The effects can't touch this (Woo! Simmer down, simmer down, simmer down, simmer down)
The consequences or outcomes can't harm me
Stepped up, step down, bitch (Woo! Simmer down, simmer down, simmer down, simmer down)
Taking charge and asserting dominance in the situation
Wait, wait, wait
Let's pause and regroup
I'm alive, I'm alive, the bags in my ride, I
I'm filled with vitality, and I have my belongings in the car
I ain't ever been the one that's scared of you
I have never been afraid of you
Baby, you can come and get it
Darling, you are welcome to take it or experience it
Maybe you can run away with us
Perhaps you can escape with us
In my bag in the vault, moving on, move along
In my secure hiding place, moving forward and progressing
Damn I fall, move too fast, life is skidding to a halt
Darn, I stumble and rush through life, causing it to slow down suddenly
Got back on the road, and made it to the start
Resumed my journey and returned to the beginning
Disregard me, emotional discharge
Ignore my emotions as they release
Can't forget the mission, put it to my heart
I can't abandon my purpose, it remains deeply ingrained within me
I ain't playing games, but you can play a part
I'm not engaging in mere games, but you can be involved
Standing up apart behind my battle scars
Standing tall and separate, despite the wounds and challenges I've faced
Money walk and money talk, but money no make comfortable
Money may create an illusion of security, but it doesn't guarantee comfort or happiness
Big ass house and big ass car don't add up when you die alone
Having luxurious possessions doesn't matter if you end up lonely in death
I want white knights like five lights for some little chromes
I desire heroes or saviors to bring positivity and excitement to mundane situations
I want bliss, no strife
I long for happiness and tranquility, without conflict
Rewind, don't slice around my aura with the better lies
Revisit the past, but don't deceive me with improved falsehoods
I want a better life, bend around the corner
I aspire for a more fulfilling life, waiting just around the corner
One deep, eyes shut when they know the place
Alone, with closed eyes, even when they are familiar with the environment
But you don't know me, I don't correlate
But you don't truly understand me, our experiences don't align
Straight from manipulation wouldn't wanna infiltrate my brothers
Directly addressing manipulation, I don't want it to harm my companions
Still wanna get me high, eyes low off that methadone
They still want to intoxicate me, with my eyes drooping from the effects of methadone
Always throwing curve, like a reaper sight
Always presenting unexpected challenges, like the sight of the Grim Reaper
Gnawing on my wood like a termite
Slowly eating away at my foundation, like a termite
Entering my world like a parasite (Parasite, parasite, parasite, parasite)
Invading my world and feeding off me, like a parasite
Praise God, hallelujah! I'm still depressed
Expressing gratitude to God, but acknowledging that I still suffer from depression
At war with my conscience, paranoid, can't find that shit
Engaged in an internal conflict, feeling paranoid, and unable to locate a specific feeling or thought
I'm alive, I'm alive, the bags in my ride, I
I am alive and vibrant, and my belongings are in my vehicle
Baby, when the karma gets you
Darling, when the consequences catch up to you
Maybe you can run away with us
Perhaps you can escape with us
Sittin' on your porch, across parking lots and you
Sitting on your porch, across from parking lots and looking at you
Light it up better dodge the cops
Ignite it and be cautious to avoid law enforcement
And I'll never get sick of playing with your locks
I will never grow tired of engaging with your locks or secrets
I- I- miss you lots, I- I- miss you lots, I- I-
I miss you deeply, I miss you deeply
Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Ciaran McDonald, Dominique Simpson, Ian Simpson, Jabari Manwarring, Matthew Garrett Champion, Romil Hemnani, Russell Evan Boring, William Anku Kraka Mawuli Ando Wood
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