Swamp
BROCKHAMPTON Lyrics

Fucking commas up from the outside, from the outside, from the outside
Fu-fucking dollars up from the outside, from the outside, from the outside
They been talkin' down on me, (huh) what ya say?
They been talkin' down on me, (huh) what ya say?
They been talkin' down on me, (huh) what ya say?
They been talkin' down on me, (huh) what ya say?

My daddy taught me how to sell dope, turn grams into elbows
Light it up when the L rolled, black mask, used to kick doors
Wasn't no bullets in the guns though, niggas still never argued Raid the house like the task force, me and my niggas like drug dogs
Find the dope den we take off, fuck my girl with my chain on
Bitch, you tatted my name on it, Yellowstone I was raised on it
Actavis in my baby bottle, baby stroller was an Impala
Niggas like to talk down on me, when I see 'em I don't hear about it

Fucking commas up from the outside, from the outside, from the outside
Fu-fucking dollars up from the outside, from the outside, from the outside
They been talkin' down on me, (huh) what ya say?
They been talkin' down on me, (huh) what ya say?
They been talkin' down on me, (huh) what ya say?
They been talkin' down on me, (huh) what ya say?

Never would've have met my friends if not for satellites
Yeah I'll cuff her even if she do not suck me right
Always planned to be a rapper when I failed at life
Luckily professor failed me at the proper time
Shh-shh, shh, I say please all the time, bitch
Shh-shh, shh, I like white collar crime, bitch
Shh-shh, shh, money digital broke and
Shh-shh, shh, Ghana prince in your messages

I know you hate me for leavin' then let's go crazy together
When I tell ya all the things that I'm thinking so that we could get better
But you wanna put my heart on the stretcher
I don't got insurance for this pressure
Wanna find the benefits, I can't measure
Trying not to run out on my temper
I can see the ash and the ember
That was made from emotional texture
I don't know why I took this endeavor
Non-identified with our presence
Non-identified, we'll surrender
All of my old friends fair-weather
Gotta treat my heart like a treasure
'Cause all I know is no one else will

Fucking commas up from the outside, from the outside, from the outside
Fu-fucking dollars up from the outside, from the outside, from the outside
They been talkin' down on me, (huh) what ya say?
They been talkin' down on me, (huh) what ya say?
They been talkin' down on me, (huh) what ya say?
They been talkin' down on me, (huh) what ya say?

You do not know me
Don't speak of my homies
You are a phony
Quit pinnin' shit on me
You gon' bring out the old me
You don't wanna know what I wanna do when y'all talk down on my name
I don't wanna see you in the street 'cause I might catch a case
People smile when they face to face (woo, woo, woo!)
Then turn their back and switch up words you say (ah, ah, ah!)
Running to the papers everyday (woo, woo, woo!)
I'm running to the paper anyway (ah, ah, ah!)

Fucking commas up from the outside, from the outside, from the outside
Fu-fucking dollars up from the outside, from the outside, from the outside
They been talkin' down on me, (huh) what ya say?
They been talkin' down on me, (huh) what ya say?
They been talkin' down on me, (huh) what ya say?
They been talkin' down on me, (huh) what ya say? (Down)

Lyrics © CYPMP, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Matt Champion, Dom McLennon, Kevin Abstract, Ameer Vann, Merlyn Wood, Russell Boring

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