How To Build A Relationship
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Jungle juice music
Uh, new whips, new whips, uh
New whip with the top, woah
Hold up, not even

New whip with the top dropped (uh)
Suplex a nigga like ascension, the cop dropped (uh)
I ain't got no million dollar deals, I still make hits
These niggas got million dollar deals and just take shit
I'm not with it, scope wide, I got good vision
I'm seein' through these fake niggas like Bran, you niggas too timid
A little loose-lippin', I'm in the booth sippin'
Cyanide to the head, bitch, I be big sinnin'
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout? I'm into givin' coffins out
I caught him at the coffee house and made him walk it out

I'm not cool, I'm not nice, I'm not you (nah)
There's no friends, no feels, this kid's stupid (no)
Fresh smile, gold tooth
Heat to your skull, catch me in a cold mood
Not cool, I'm not nice, I'm not you
There's no friends, no feels, this kid's stu'
Fresh smile, gold tooth, huh
Heat to your skull, catch me in a cold mood

I could never show you niggas all this dirt I'm doin'
Sticks to your face like "Hacksaw" Jim Duggan
First nigga put you on the ropes, had you lookin' like a ghost
'Cause you in my heart but you not movin', nigga

Look, fuck is you, uh
Fuck is you vloggin' 'bout? These niggas actin' stalker now
I follow you, you follow me, we ridin' in circles now
Look, it's a crime mob family, guns at the Gawker house
These arms extended, I'm not givin' daps out
Pounds, pounds, pounds
Empty out the safe, put the money on the ground
Bitch, I love it
Heartthrob Peggy, I'm above it
I ain't got no fuckin' tickets, I ain't got no fuckin' money
I ain't got no fuckin' digits
Can't call me at no office, can't call me at no crib
You can call me but Peggy-taker 'cause I can't let these niggas-
Aw, fuck!

Yeah, nigga (uh)
You know how the fuck we comin' with it (uh)
You are now tuned into the motherfuckin' infamous
JPEG-motherfuckin'-MAFIA
A.K.A. Buttermilk Jesus
A.K.A. DJ Half-Court Violation
A.K.A. Lil' World Cup
And my nigga Flume, we in the streets, nigga, ah
Uh (catch me in a cold mood)
Don't, don't, don't call me unless I gave you my number
(Hahahahaha)




That's, that's, that's how relationships built
(Hahahahaha)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Flume feat. JPEGMAFIA's song "How to Build a Relationship" are filled with braggadocio, as well as moments of introspection and vulnerability. The opening lines, "jungle juice music/ new whips, new whips, uh/ new whip with the top, woah," give a sense of the reckless abandon and materialistic pleasures that often accompany the rap lifestyle. The boastful tone continues in the following lines, with references to the rapper's ability to "suplex a nigga like ascension," his lack of interest in million-dollar deals, and his willingness to "give coffins out."


The song takes a more introspective turn in the second half, with lines like "I'm not cool, I'm not nice, I'm not you/ there's no friends, no feels, this kid's stupid," suggesting a sense of isolation and disconnectedness. These feelings are further emphasized by lines like "I could never show you niggas all this dirt I'm doin'," which suggest a sense of shame or secrecy surrounding the rapper's actions.


Overall, "How to Build a Relationship" is a complex and multi-layered track that captures both the highs and lows of the rap lifestyle. It is a testament to Flume and JPEGMAFIA's skills as both producers and lyricists, and an important addition to the contemporary hip-hop canon.


Line by Line Meaning

Jungle juice music
The music is intoxicating, like a jungle juice cocktail.


New whip with the top dropped (uh)
I have a new car with a convertible top that is now down.


Suplex a nigga like ascension, the cop dropped (uh)
I threw someone to the ground hard like a wrestling move, causing the cops to drop their guard.


I ain't got no million dollar deals, I still make hits
Despite not having a major music deal or big money, I still create popular songs.


These niggas got million dollar deals and just take shit
Some successful musicians don't even create their own songs but steal them.


I'm not with it, scope wide, I got good vision
I'm not down with that type of behavior, I can see clearly and avoid it.


I'm seein' through these fake niggas like Bran, you niggas too timid
I can easily see through insincerity, just like Bran Stark in Game of Thrones. You guys are too scared.


A little loose-lippin', I'm in the booth sippin'
I may be a little talkative, but I'm in the booth drinking and recording new music.


Cyanide to the head, bitch, I be big sinnin'
I'm seriously living life to the fullest and taking risks, even if it may be poisonous in the end.


Fuck is you talkin' 'bout? I'm into givin' coffins out
What are you even saying? I'm into killing people and putting them in coffins.


I caught him at the coffee house and made him walk it out
I saw him at a coffee shop and physically made him leave.


I'm not cool, I'm not nice, I'm not you (nah)
I'm not relaxed or kind, unlike you.


There's no friends, no feels, this kid's stupid (no)
I don't have any close friends or emotions, making me seem foolish to some.


Fresh smile, gold tooth
My teeth look great with a shiny gold tooth.


Heat to your skull, catch me in a cold mood
I'll shoot you in the head and not care, especially when angry.


I could never show you niggas all this dirt I'm doin'
I have many secrets and illegal activities that I could never reveal to anyone.


Sticks to your face like "Hacksaw" Jim Duggan
My actions and words have a lasting impact, similar to Hacksaw Jim Duggan's signature move of hitting people with a 2x4.


'Cause you in my heart but you not movin', nigga
Even though you have a special place in my heart, you're not doing anything for me.


Fuck is you vloggin' 'bout? These niggas actin' stalker now
What's the point of making blogs? These guys are really starting to annoy me and follow me around.


I follow you, you follow me, we ridin' in circles now
We're basically just stalking each other at this point and it's getting us nowhere.


It's a crime mob family, guns at the Gawker house
Our group is like a criminal family, armed at all times and ready to fight if necessary.


These arms extended, I'm not givin' daps out
I'm not going to give anyone a high-five or handshake with open arms because I don't trust anyone.


Empty out the safe, put the money on the ground
Take all the money from the safe and just leave it on the floor.


Bitch, I love it
I enjoy this type of dangerous and reckless behavior.


Heartthrob Peggy, I'm above it
I don't care about being noticed or attractive like 'heartthrob' Peggy; I'm better than that.


I ain't got no fuckin' tickets, I ain't got no fuckin' money
I don't have any tickets or money to give to anyone.


I ain't got no fuckin' digits
I don't have anyone's phone number.


Can't call me at no office, can't call me at no crib
You won't be able to reach me at work or home.


You can call me but Peggy-taker 'cause I can't let these niggas-
You can give me a call, but I can't let these people know who I am.


Aw, fuck!
An expression of frustration or anger.


You know how the fuck we comin' with it (uh)
You already know how we're going to approach this situation.


You are now tuned into the motherfuckin' infamous
You're listening to the music of the famous, notorious and known by all.


JPEG-motherfuckin'-MAFIA
The artist introducing himself with emphasis and cursing.


A.K.A. Buttermilk Jesus
Also known as Buttermilk Jesus as a nickname or title.


A.K.A. DJ Half-Court Violation
Also known as DJ Half-Court Violation as a nickname or title.


A.K.A. Lil' World Cup
Also known as Lil' World Cup as a nickname or title.


And my nigga Flume, we in the streets, nigga, ah
Referring to collaborator Flume and declaring their presence in the streets.


Don't, don't, don't call me unless I gave you my number
Only call me if I specifically gave you my contact information.


That's, that's, that's how relationships built
That's how to form a relationship with someone.




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Harley Streten, Barrington DeVaughn Hendricks

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

@someguy5370

Jungle juice music
Uh, new whips, new whips, uh
New whip with the top, woah
Hold up, not even
New whip with the top dropped (uh)
Suplex a nigga like ascension, the cop dropped (uh)
I ain't got no million dollar deals, I still make hits
These niggas got million dollar deals and just take shit
I'm not with it, scope wide, I got good vision
I'm seein' through these fake niggas like Bran, you niggas too timid
A little loose-lippin', I'm in the booth sippin'
Cyanide to the head, bitch, I be big sinnin'
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout? I'm into givin' coffins out
I caught him at the coffee house and made him walk it out
I'm not cool, I'm not nice, I'm not you (nah)
There's no friends, no feels, this kid's stupid (no)
Fresh smile, gold tooth
Heat to your skull, catch me in a cold mood
Not cool, I'm not nice, I'm not you
There's no friends, no feels, this kid's stu'
Fresh smile, gold tooth, huh
Heat to your skull, catch me in a cold mood
I could never show you niggas all this dirt I'm doin'
Sticks to your face like "Hacksaw" Jim Duggan
First nigga put you on the ropes, had you lookin' like a ghost
'Cause you in my heart but you not movin', nigga
Look, fuck is you, uh
Fuck is you vloggin' 'bout? These niggas actin' stalker now
I follow you, you follow me, we ridin' in circles now
Look, it's a crime mob family, guns at the Gawker house
These arms extended, I'm not givin' daps out
Pounds, pounds, pounds
Empty out the safe, put the money on the ground
Bitch, I love it
Heartthrob Peggy, I'm above it
I ain't got no fuckin' tickets, I ain't got no fuckin' money
I ain't got no fuckin' digits
Can't call me at no office, can't call me at no crib
You can call me but Peggy-taker 'cause I can't let these niggas-
Aw, fuck!
Yeah, nigga (uh)
You know how the fuck we comin' with it (uh)
You are now tuned into the motherfuckin' infamous
JPEG-motherfuckin'-MAFIA
A.K.A. Buttermilk Jesus
A.K.A. DJ Half-Court Violation
A.K.A. Lil' World Cup
And my nigga Flume, we in the streets, nigga, ah
Uh (catch me in a cold mood)
Don't, don't, don't call me unless I gave you my number
(Hahahahaha)
That's, that's, that's how relationships built
(Hahahahaha)



@Cero9k

New whip with the top dropped
Suplex a nigga like ascension, the cop dropped
I ain't got no million dollar deals, I still make hits
These niggas got million dollar deals and just take shit
I'm not with it, scope wide, I got good vision
I'm seein' through these fake niggas like Bran, you niggas too timid
A little loose-lippin', I'm in the booth sippin'
Cyanide to the head, bitch, I be big sinnin'
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout? I'm into givin' coffins out
I caught him at the coffee house and made him walk it out

I'm not cool, I'm not nice, I'm not you
There's no friends, no feels, this kid's stupid
Fresh smile, gold tooth
Heat to your skull, catch me in a cold mood
Not cool, I'm not nice, I'm not you
There's no friends, no feels, this kid's stupid
Fresh smile, gold tooth, huh
Heat to your skull, catch me in a cold mood

I could never show you niggas all this dirt I'm doin'
Sticks to your face like "Hacksaw" Jim Duggan
First nigga put you on the ropes, had you lookin' like a ghost
'Cause you in my heart but you not movin', nigga
Look, fuck is you, uh
Fuck is you vloggin' 'bout? These niggas actin' stalker now
I follow you, you follow me, we ridin' in circles now
Look, it's a crime mob family, guns at the Gawker house
These arms extended, I'm not givin' daps out
Pounds, pounds, pounds
Empty out the safe, put the money on the ground
Bitch, I love it
Heartthrob Peggy, I'm above it
I ain't got no fuckin' tickets, I ain't got no fuckin' money
I ain't got no fuckin' digits
Can't call me at no office, can't call me at no crib
You can call me but Peggy-taker 'cause I can't let these niggas-
Aw, fuck!

Yeah, nigga
You know how the fuck we comin' with it
You are now tuned into the motherfuckin' infamous
JPEG-motherfuckin'-MAFIA
A.K.A. Buttermilk Jesus
A.K.A. DJ Half-Court Violation
A.K.A. Lil World Cup
And my nigga Flume, we in the streets, nigga, ahh
Uh (Catch me in a cold mood)
Don't, don't, don't call me unless I gave you my number
That's, that's, that's how relationships built



All comments from YouTube:

@DiantoMusic

That bass was criminal.

@gabrieles2848

hell yeah, the kick entry is just like "BOOOM"

@xwinger15

This track really grew on me after a few plays. Love it now.

@joebowden4065

Same. Much preferred the slowthai song to this to start with but has grown on me. Think flume has improved in making songs with hip hop artists so much, especially one as unique as Peggy

@norwaydude96

Was instantly one of my favs personally

@thedude_-_

Those are the best flume tracks. When youre like ehh idk then on the second or third play you're like OH SHIT

@drkastenbrot

yeah it just slowly takes you over. same with ecdysis

@squidlover7615

The drums are so earwormy

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@qussaimadani8865

What the fuck does this mean?? The song is having a boner??

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