BROCKHAMPTON – BOY BYE lyrics

[Intro: Merlyn Wood]
Jabari, me paddy!

[Verse 1: Dom McLennon]
Ayy,  everybody ask me how I deal with my depression
Man  look (Man look), I don't got the answer to your question
If I did, you would probably never hear from me again
That's a promise, not a threat and it ain't no half stepping (Hey)
Can't  let it compromise the pace I'm setting (Hey)
Grandma  told me don't forget to count my blessings (Woo)
Breaking up botanicals to ease my stressing
Was  the one that you needed but you weren't expecting
Game need refreshing (Hey), what you been suggesting? (Hey)
Wrote a new Constitution, we don't need amending (Hey)
I go Johnnie Cochran when I'm raising my defenses (Yeah)
Man,  I feel like Michael Keaton when a nigga start ascending (Hey)
Never second guessing (Hey), had to do a bit of resting (Hey)
Like I played for Popovich, try'na find our new direction (Woo)
Listen, I ain't for the shelving, what you niggas telling?
My team be rebelling from wherever you were heading (Goddamn)

[Verse 2: Matt Champion]
My shit bump like a belly when it's pregnant (Mhm)
Bona fide big bird lookin' like a Yeti (Mhm)
20 feet cheetah, that's a real big kitty
Made y'all judges, that's a real ass feeling
I don't like the style, but forget it, man, I did it (Yeah)
Always got the shit, like a constipated reverend (Alright)
Y'all like to shit talk, no pun, all fun
But I make your bitch crack a giggle with the next one (Oh)
Goofy ass boy, look like Elmer Fudd cousin (Jeez)
Heavy ass feet, man, people heard you comin' (Shit)
Actin' like Regina, you a lil' bit dramatic
I've been in the cockpit, I been in the cabin (Right)
Take the eagle out just to ride around the planet (Right)
Did a lot of curving, man, I don't take damage
Oh so high, so, sst, get branded
I'm just havin' fun, cops hit me, goddamn it (Oh yeah)

[Verse 3: Kevin Abstract]
Trauma got me fucked up, my mama got me fucked up
My lil' nigga locked up, it's like Hakuna Matata
Never liked Sci-Fi, empathetic wifi
Keep it in the backroom, hide it with my dry eye
Put it in the vacuum, I got love for my label
15 million on the table, none of my niggas are stable
Need a personal connection, I just wanna feel you baby
Bein' sober made me realize how poorly I been behavin', uh

[Chorus: Matt Champion and Merlyn Wood]
My bitch is so pretty, pretty (Mm)
I get cash like really, really
Tell the DJ, man, he ain't slick cause he ain't playin' hits
He silly, silly (Mm)
My bitch is so pretty, pretty (Mm)
I get cash like really, really (Get it)
Tell the DJ, man, he ain't slick cause he ain't playin' hits
He silly, silly (Boy, bye)

[Verse 4: bearface]
Bringing in hits like I'm 'Bari
Always feel left in the dark
Trauma the price for the patience
Character shaped like a arc
Move like my shit stay in park
Don't feel the love or respect
Grip like a hand on my neck
This is the year, place your bets
Boy, bye

[Outro: Joba and Merlyn Wood]
Ooh, ooh, beautiful and bashful
Ooh (Mm), ooh, ooh (Mm)
I'm beautiful and bashful
Boy, bye (God damn! Mm)
Boy, bye
Boy, bye (God damn! Mm)
I'm beautiful and bashful