歌手:BROCKHAMPTON
专辑:《ROADRUNNER: NEW LIGHT, NEW MACHINE》

作词 : Ian Simpson/Imondre Goss/Daniel Dewan Sewell/Russell Boring/Romil Hemnani/Jabari Manwarring/Jared Scharff/Jeremy Ruzumna/Joseph Karnes/Stephen Feigenbaum/Vasant Sundaresan
作曲 : Ian Simpson/Imondre Goss/Daniel Dewan Sewell/Russell Boring/Romil Hemnani/Jabari Manwarring/Jared Scharff/Jeremy Ruzumna/Joseph Karnes/Stephen Feigenbaum/Vasant Sundaresan
Who let the dope boys out?
Thank God you let me crash on your couch
Who's my God that I’m prayin' to now?
Early two-thous, they tried to jump me in, Latino protection
Any direction, you gave me your blessing
Texan, I text him, I told him I got him
Told him I made it to Hollywood, all it took was a summer to fail
A platinum record not gon' keep my Black ass out of jail
Truth prevails, this is real, miss my brother
I love my mother, drove all the way to Cali’ just to check up on me
Made her go home, felt the virus
Web of life is my weave, false dreams stripped by silence
Deals thеy had us sign; for years, it had me blind
Think I had to hit rewind and think about why I do shinе
Got my cousin doin' time, he was barely pushin' dimes
My whole family cursed, now get the **** out my ride

—ide-ide-ide-ide-ide-ide-ide, yeah, I
Nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin'
Now, get the **** out my ride
—ide-ide-ide-ide-ide-ide-ide, yeah, I (Get the **** out)
**** with me, give no s**t, guess my ignorance is bliss
Now get the **** out my ride
—ide-ide-ide-ide-ide-ide-ide, yeah, I
Nothin’, nothin’, nothin', nothin’, nothin'
So get the **** out my ride
—ide-ide-ide-ide-ide-ide-ide, yeah, I
If a killer say s**t, then get these mother****ers— (Get the **** out)

Live from the gutter, blood like red paint spills
You n***as ain't alpha, you're incels
You normies ain’t a part of the script, doxx your house with crips
Pop s**t, now you got content, constant
Where to begin? A veteran with medicine pen
Let 'em all in, treat 'em like they next of my kin
Checkin' your chin way before the record begin
N***as blow a lot of smoke like they breath in the wind
Ain't no pretend, tell you how it is, how it go
What do you know, when you start escapin' your soul
White on the street, walking the beat like Abbey Road
Truth be told, no such thing as "real n***a mold"
Through the lights, camera, action, glamour, glitters and gold
Unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
No peace on the street, so I'm clutchin' my heat
Gotta watch for these savages roamin' the street (Go)

I- I float (Go)
I'ma see ya when I do
Now get the **** out my ride
—ide-ide-ide-ide-ide-ide-ide, yeah, I
(Yeah, n***a, we back up in this thang)
Now get the **** out my ride
—ide-ide-ide-ide-ide-ide-ide
(Yeah, new machine)
They said I'd never, ever see the sunlight (Tell 'em)
I thought I'd never, ever see the sunlight
They said I'd never, ever see the sunlight

Sometimes, it drives me crazy (Look at the sky!)
This all I got for you (N***as!)
That sunlight, it'll drive you crazy
What is God to you n***as?
(Goddamn, mother****er, ugh)