TONYA
BROCKHAMPTON Lyrics


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Mother, I am sorry, I never pick up
Mmm-mhm
Because I'm afraid to disappoint
Ooh, oh, no
Oh, no

And I've been feelin' like I don't matter how I used to
And I've been feelin' like I don't matter how I used to

We were sat outside on the hardwood floor
With our feet in dirt, and our hearts in awe
I be losin' sleep thinkin' 'bout missed calls
And I see the names circling our thoughts
And I think about if we lose it all
And I turn to shit that you'd never want
Like the smoke, the drink, anything at all
And I'll say again, sorry, I don't call
There's no money on my mind, but my money or my mind
What's the first to fall?
I never wanted this shit, yeah

And I've been feelin' like I don't matter how I used to
And I've been feelin' like I don't matter how I used to

Sometimes it be so spot on it hurts
Like when Auntie couldn't decide
Between going to work or church
I've been in my feelings on an island in the dirt
I feel like brothers lie just so my feelings don't get hurt
I said, I'll try vacation, I'll try to run away
I deleted Facebook, I'll trade fame any day
For a quiet Texas place and a barbecue plate
I'll switch my place if that's good for you, is that good for you?
My ghost still haunt you, my life is I, Tonya
Big eyed monster, only face to conquer
I hated songs about fame 'cause that stuff meant nothin'
Until them headlines came, then first flight I'm stuck in

And maybe it means nothing
But I have to say I think about you often
And if you want no part with me
I'll walk away, I know that I have wronged you
And maybe it means nothing
But I have to say I think about you often
And if you want no part with me
I'll walk away, I know that I have wronged you

I took a plane to somewhere that I've never been
Too many times without my sister and my brother
Dad or mother by my side but they're in spirit
I always hear it, I know they feel it
My mom will always have these dreams that used to keep her up at night
I smoke to keep them all away and make use of the time
I'm void of feelin'
The reasons I'm so out of touch, now start revealin'
But I'm not ashamed, I'm not afraid of who I am
Or how I trust my mental, yeah, it's not perfect
But I guess that's just the shit I'm into
I fantasize about a time when everything was simple
My shelter sheltered me from things I needed to commit to
The way it stands to me
A victim of Stockholm in my friendships and family

What's costin' you time? What's the reason that you whine?
What's in your wallet? Dead whites in mine
So sour, in this light of lime
Daddy said "study or get that cash"
Mommy said "your career ain't gon' last"
Loose change, call a cab, move out their pad
I just need a chance to move past my past
Don't think too fast, private jets still crash
And I still fly coach, and I still hit a roach
And I still see roaches at the crib where my folks at
Touch your dreams 'fore you touch me and provoke a man
(Somebody gonna have to tell the truth and I'm gonna tell it)

I will
And I've been feelin' like I don't matter how




Can I tell you how?
Can I tell you now?

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of BROCKHAMPTON's song "TONYA" delve into themes of personal vulnerability, self-reflection, and a fear of disappointing others. The opening lines reveal the singer's apology for not picking up, citing a fear of disappointing someone. This fear of disappointment seems to be rooted in a feeling of inadequacy or a belief that they don't matter as much as they used to. The repetition of this sentiment emphasizes the internal struggle and the erosion of self-worth.


The second verse introduces a scene of sitting outside on a hardwood floor with feet in dirt, highlighting a sense of grounding and connection to nature. However, the singer admits to losing sleep over missed calls and the names of people circling their thoughts. The fear of losing everything and resorting to self-destructive behaviors like smoking and drinking is conveyed. The chorus reinforces the feelings of insignificance, suggesting a loss of purpose or meaning in the singer's life.


The third verse explores a specific situation where someone couldn't decide between going to work or church, highlighting the difficulties of decision-making and the emotional turmoil caused by such choices. The singer feels isolated and believes others lie to protect their feelings, indicating a lack of trust and a fear of being hurt. The desire to escape and run away is expressed, even deleting social media for a chance at a simpler life. The reference to I, Tonya, suggests a parallel between the singer's life and Tonya Harding's infamous public scrutiny.


The final verse reflects on the singer's separation from their family and the longing for their company. Despite the absence of their family, the presence of their spirits is felt. The singer acknowledges the impact of their mom's dreams on their own life choices and the role of smoking as a coping mechanism. They embrace their imperfections and express a desire for a time when everything was simpler.


The song concludes with the questions of what is costing the singer's time and what is the reason for their complaints. They grapple with the tension between pursuing education or financial stability, while also chasing their dreams. The verse ends with a statement about still flying coach and seeing roaches at their family's home, touching upon the contrast between material success and the reality of their upbringing. The closing line hints at a forthcoming truth-telling, emphasizing the sincerity and honesty in the singer's expression.


Overall, "TONYA" explores themes of self-doubt, the impact of familial relationships, fame's emptiness, the yearning for simpler times, and the struggle to reconcile personal identity with societal expectations.


Line by Line Meaning

Mother, I am sorry, I never pick up
I apologize, mother, for not answering your calls


Because I'm afraid to disappoint
I fear that I will let you down


And I've been feelin' like I don't matter how I used to
I've been feeling like I've lost my sense of importance


We were sat outside on the hardwood floor
We sat outdoors, on the ground made of wood


With our feet in dirt, and our hearts in awe
Our feet were touching the soil, while our hearts were filled with wonder


I be losin' sleep thinkin' 'bout missed calls
I can't sleep because I'm troubled by the calls I didn't answer


And I see the names circling our thoughts
The names of people we care about occupy our minds


And I think about if we lose it all
I contemplate the possibility of losing everything


And I turn to shit that you'd never want
And I resort to things that you would disapprove of


Like the smoke, the drink, anything at all
Such as smoking, drinking, or any other unhealthy habits


And I'll say again, sorry, I don't call
Once again, I apologize for not reaching out


There's no money on my mind, but my money or my mind
I don't prioritize money, but it still occupies my thoughts


What's the first to fall?
Which one will be the first to crumble?


I never wanted this shit, yeah
I never desired this situation, yes


Sometimes it be so spot on it hurts
Sometimes things are so accurate that they cause pain


Like when Auntie couldn't decide
For example, when Auntie was unable to make a decision


Between going to work or church
Choosing between going to work or attending church


I've been in my feelings on an island in the dirt
I've been trapped in my emotions, isolated and struggling


I feel like brothers lie just so my feelings don't get hurt
I believe my friends deceive me to protect my emotions


I said, I'll try vacation, I'll try to run away
I expressed my intention to escape on a vacation


I deleted Facebook, I'll trade fame any day
I deleted my Facebook account, expressing a desire to give up fame


For a quiet Texas place and a barbecue plate
In exchange, I yearn for a calm home in Texas and tasty barbecue


I'll switch my place if that's good for you, is that good for you?
I'm willing to change my location if it benefits you, does that suffice?


My ghost still haunt you, my life is I, Tonya
My presence continues to linger in your mind, reminiscent of the film 'I, Tonya'


Big eyed monster, only face to conquer
I feel like a monster with prominent eyes, striving to overcome challenges


I hated songs about fame 'cause that stuff meant nothin'
I used to despise songs glorifying fame, as it held no value for me


Until them headlines came, then first flight I'm stuck in
But when the headlines appeared, I found myself trapped in the whirlwind


And maybe it means nothing
Perhaps it holds no significance


But I have to say I think about you often
However, I must admit that I frequently think about you


And if you want no part with me
And if you want nothing to do with me


I'll walk away, I know that I have wronged you
I'll leave, acknowledging that I have hurt you


I took a plane to somewhere that I've never been
I boarded a plane bound for an unfamiliar destination


Too many times without my sister and my brother
Too many occasions without the presence of my siblings


Dad or mother by my side but they're in spirit
My deceased father and mother aren't physically present, but their spirits linger


I always hear it, I know they feel it
I constantly sense their presence and know they can feel it too


My mom will always have these dreams that used to keep her up at night
My mom continues to have dreams that used to cause her sleepless nights


I smoke to keep them all away and make use of the time
I smoke to distance myself from those dreams and make the most of my time


I'm void of feelin'
I lack emotions


The reasons I'm so out of touch, now start revealin'
The causes of my emotional detachment are now becoming apparent


But I'm not ashamed, I'm not afraid of who I am
Nevertheless, I refuse to be ashamed or fearful of my true self


Or how I trust my mental, yeah, it's not perfect
Nor am I concerned about the imperfections in my mental state, yes


But I guess that's just the shit I'm into
But I suppose that's just the kind of stuff I'm interested in


I fantasize about a time when everything was simple
I daydream about a period when everything was uncomplicated


My shelter sheltered me from things I needed to commit to
My place of refuge shielded me from responsibilities I should have embraced


The way it stands to me
From my perspective


A victim of Stockholm in my friendships and family
I feel like a hostage in my relationships with friends and family


What's costin' you time? What's the reason that you whine?
What is consuming your time? Why do you complain?


What's in your wallet? Dead whites in mine
What do you possess in your wallet? Mine contains nothing but useless cards


So sour, in this light of lime
Unpleasant, in this bright lime-colored light


Daddy said 'study or get that cash'
My father advised me to either focus on education or chase money


Mommy said 'your career ain't gon' last'
My mother predicted that my career wouldn't endure


Loose change, call a cab, move out their pad
With a little money, I'll call a taxi and leave their place


I just need a chance to move past my past
I simply require an opportunity to overcome my past


Don't think too fast, private jets still crash
Don't rush into decisions, even private jets can still crash


And I still fly coach, and I still hit a roach
I still travel in economy class, and I still encounter a cockroach


And I still see roaches at the crib where my folks at
I still spot cockroaches at my parents' home


Touch your dreams 'fore you touch me and provoke a man
Pursue your dreams before attempting to provoke me and stir up trouble


(Somebody gonna have to tell the truth and I'm gonna tell it)
(Someone needs to speak the truth, and I'm willing to do it)


I will
I will indeed


And I've been feelin' like I don't matter how
And I've been feeling like I've lost my sense of importance


Can I tell you how?
May I explain it to you?


Can I tell you now?
Can I tell you at this moment?




Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Ciaran McDonald, Dominique Simpson, Ian Simpson, Jabari Manwarring, Jonathan Josiah Wise, Romil Hemnani, Russell Evan Boring, William Anku Kraka Mawuli Ando Wood

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