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von BROCKHAMPTON

Evanie, did you lie to him since you were 17?
How′s he holding up?
Evanie, do you cling to him like you would onto me?
Bet he needs you more than I

Evanie, did you hide your neck to save him from his sleep?
I know how that feels
Evanie, every chance you take, you make me want to flee
Can't you see?

You should move on
I swear you′ll be fine
Whenever you want
I'll be your ride
And when you're alone
And his love is gone
Maybe you′ll see that
Your company was the worst
Thing for him, your sin


Little old me, I thought my world was progressive
′Cause my president was Black, 25 lighters on the dresser
I had guilt trip on my back and a bulletproof vest
Inside my Uncle John's Toyota was a walking Crayola (gimme that mic, nigga)

I got a hard time, I gotta watch myself
The way I move through a room full of suits, ain′t no-
Ain't no constitution, I hate uniforms
I hate handcuffs (shut up, nigga!), I can′t stand up

They throw me in the crowd, and tell me "Boy, I'd lose that smile"
But see, I got it from my dad, and that′s the reason why we had
I raise my Black fist, I got big lips, I'm strong as Samson
They cut my fucking locks, I lose my fucking strength, fuck

I'm running out of zips
My life been feeling tense, I won′t be on the fence
I put my phone on airplane mode ′cause I'm on autopilot
I need a lot of patience, I need a lot of silence

I hope this holy water burn me ′cause I ain't worth this life
I ain′t worth the light of day, but for some, I light the way
Nude along the banister, kitchen smell of lavender
Swimming in my Wranglers, I am another caliber


Ooh-ooh
La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Soon, no, no, no, yeah, yeah
Soon, no, no, no, no, yeah, yeah
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, on and on, ooh, come on
Soon, come on
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, ooh, come on