The sample is from the 1997 track, “Torn” by Natalie Imbruglia.
“sunny is so fucking good it's like a festival song it might be kinda weird for some of yall but man that shit is beautiful“
- Kevin Abstract via Twitter
SUNNY
BROCKHAMPTON Lyrics
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Tryna' find a place to stay (ay yeah woo woo)
Tryna' find some food today (ay yeah woo woo)
This shit is real hard okay? (Okay)
Take that, homie got the Lysol spray, ain't it? (Ain't it?)
You don't wanna see all my bad days, ain't it? (Ain't it?)
You don't wanna see what I got to say, ain't it?
You don't wanna see my boys, man, they ain't friendly
Tripped a lot, sinned a lot, send em' all down
Tripped a lot, sinned a lot, send em' all down
Tripped a lot, sinned a lot, send em' all down
Tripped a lot, sinned a lot, send em' all down
(Uh) tripped a lot, sinned a lot, send em' all down
Tripped a lot, sinned a lot, send em' all down
Tripped a lot, sinned a lot, send em' all down
(Ooh) Tripped a lot, sinned a lot, send em' all down
It ain't my birthday yet and I'm acting like a bitch
Screaming "Motherfuck your set" like I'm 2Pac
Ain't got no ice on me, yeah, still feeling how I dress
So much Dickies and I got these hoes from Walmart
It ain't my birthday yet and I'm acting like a bitch
Screaming "Motherfuck your set" like I'm 2Pac
And got no ice on me, yeah, still feeling how I dress
So much Dickies and I got these hoes from Walmart
I just saw my P.O. (what up, nigga?), He like me though (he like me though)
Clean money, tryna stay up out the streets though
Seven days a week though (all day), It's that heat though
My daddy called me said he seen my last video
Looking at a younger me could'a had a heatstroke
In the middle of the summer with my negros
Cool cuts and snow cones, smoking to the ozone
Smokin' 'til its all gone, smoking til my folks come, home
Tripped a lot, sinned a lot, send em' all down
Tripped a lot, sinned a lot, send em' all down
Tripped a lot, sinned a lot, send em' all down
Tripped a lot, sinned a lot, send em' all down
Tripped a lot, sinned a lot, send em' all down
Tripped a lot, sinned a lot, send em' all down
Tripped a lot, sinned a lot, send em' all down
Tripped a lot, sinned a lot, send em' all down
Runnin' outta time again
Runnin' outta time again
Runnin' outta time again
Mmm, ay yeah, ay yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh ooh, ooh
The lyrics to BROCKHAMPTON's "SUNNY" explore the struggles of trying to make ends meat in a harsh reality, where finding a place to stay and food to eat feels like a constant battle. The singer is reflecting on their daily grind of working and playing and trying to stay afloat. They acknowledge that their life isn't easy, and at times it can be downright difficult. The singer mentions their friend who has Lysol spray, implying that their living situation may not be the cleanest or safest. They also mention their "bad days" and how their acquaintances wouldn't want to see them.
Throughout the song, the chorus "Tripped a lot, sinned a lot, send em' all down" repeats. This could reference the singer's past mistakes, acknowledging that they have made poor decisions but now are trying to move on from them. Towards the end of the song, the singer mentions meeting with their parole officer while cleaning their money and wanting to stay away from street life. They also reference reminiscing on their past, looking back at summers with their friends eating snow cones, which offers a brief respite from their current struggles.
Overall, "SUNNY" offers insight into BROCKHAMPTON's worldview and their unique perspective on life. The lyrics are introspective and reflect on past mistakes, present obstacles, and the uncertainty of the future.
Line by Line Meaning
All I do is work and play (ay yeah woo woo)
I'm constantly busy with work and trying to enjoy life
Tryna' find a place to stay (ay yeah woo woo)
I'm struggling to find a stable place to live
Tryna' find some food today (ay yeah woo woo)
I'm having difficulty finding enough food to eat
This shit is real hard okay? (Okay)
My situation is really tough and challenging
Take that, homie got the Lysol spray, ain't it? (Ain't it?)
My friend is using Lysol to disinfect, right?
You don't wanna see all my bad days, ain't it? (Ain't it?)
You don't want to witness all the times I've struggled or had a bad day
You don't wanna see what I got to say, ain't it?
You're not ready to hear my opinions or thoughts
You don't wanna see my boys, man, they ain't friendly
My friends might be intimidating or unfriendly to outsiders
Tripped a lot, sinned a lot, send em' all down
I've made a lot of mistakes and I'm facing the consequences
It ain't my birthday yet and I'm acting like a bitch
I'm feeling emotional and behaving in an irrational way
Screaming 'Motherfuck your set' like I'm 2Pac
I'm expressing my anger and frustration like the rapper 2Pac
Ain't got no ice on me, yeah, still feeling how I dress
I don't have any fancy jewelry, but I still take pride in my appearance
So much Dickies and I got these hoes from Walmart
I wear a lot of Dickies clothing and my romantic interests are not wealthy
I just saw my P.O. (what up, nigga?), He like me though (he like me though)
I recently saw my probation officer and he seems to have a positive opinion of me
Clean money, tryna stay up out the streets though
I'm trying to earn money in a legitimate way and avoid getting involved in illegal activities
Seven days a week though (all day), It's that heat though
I'm working hard every day and dealing with the pressure
My daddy called me said he seen my last video
My dad recently contacted me and mentioned that he saw my latest music video
Looking at a younger me could'a had a heatstroke
If I could see a younger version of myself, I might have a strong emotional reaction
In the middle of the summer with my negros
I spent time with my friends during the summer
Cool cuts and snow cones, smoking to the ozone
We enjoyed getting haircuts and eating snow cones while smoking weed
Smokin' 'til its all gone, smoking til my folks come, home
We kept smoking until we were out of weed or until our parents returned home
Runnin' outta time again
I'm running out of time to accomplish my goals or meet my obligations
Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Ameer Vann, Ciaran Mcdonald, Clifford Simpson, Romil Hemnani, Russell Boring, William Wood
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