Brockhampton - Bet I lyrics

[Intro: Kevin Abstract] Smoking like 5, 6, blunts in this b**h My n***a Jon rollin' up, smoking heavy Shout my n***a Jabari [Verse 1: Kevin Abstract] I ain't been the same since my Grandma pa**ed Damn, damn Ma ain't been the same since my Grandma pa**ed Damn, damn She don't smoke weed to get high Damn, damn She only smoke dope cause her friends do it Damn, damn She don't give a f** about no homework She gone pop that p**y but give me dome first She pretend she love me until her throat hurt We gone need some rubbers and some more work We be screaming like our TV don't work Her Mama say to leave me 'fore she disown her I don't blame her either took her from the church Now watch me burn it down while I soul search [Hook: Kevin Abstract] Bet I, bet I, bet I burn it down Bet I, bet I, bet I burn it down Bet I, bet I, bet I burn it down Now watch me, watch me while I burn it down We be getting high Acting like we ain't got problems We be getting high Acting like we ain't got problems We be getting high Acting like we ain't got problems We be getting high, we be getting high, oh [Verse 2: Ameer Vann] She only call me when she wanting to get high Roll that weed, push them needles, slide them panties to the side Off that sh** we gone f** through the night Tight white skin just the right fit for the night Take another sip if you'd like Another mothaf**ing bong rip if you like You ain't going home for the night Put you in that seat to the right Coming home with me for the night And ima get you high Take you places you ain't been And never have to leave this spot Melt here right here in the sky And I can make it rain and watch it wash them sins away So tell me, do you really feel lonely? Waking up cold you be calling out to hold me To make you feel whole just not so alone Never let you go And we never coming down And you ain't got no home So we ain't got no problems If all we need is d** then all you gotta do is call me If all we need is love then why is hate is what surround me Swallow all these down and let these problems melt and drown me Just drown me, just drown me [Hook: Kevin Abstract] Bet I, bet I, bet I burn it down Bet I, bet I, bet I burn it down Bet I, bet I, bet I burn it down Now watch me, watch me while I burn it down We be getting high Acting like we ain't got problems We be getting high Acting like we ain't got problems We be getting high Acting like we ain't got problems We be getting high, we be getting high, oh [Verse 3: Matt Champion] She done flipped the pharmaceuticals All I wanna know is where you go Powder shower, down on you Know you sour, no sweets from you Baby gone f** till the night finish She gone s** till the life in it She probably gone bite till the blood hit it Got some polaroid nudes put a knife in em You a bad girl, bad habit Bad girl, good finish Bad girl, go get it Read a bad girl like book, what? She throw it, throw it back like a hook, what? See I don't wanna tell em who I love no She gonna hit me like a plug woah All we gon do is f** on the floor [Bridge 1: Matt Champion, Kevin Abstract, Joba] Bad girl, no Bad girl, no She so bad, she so bad, she so bad, yeah She so bad, she so bad, she so bad, yeah She so bad, she so bad, she so bad, yeah She so bad, she so bad, she so bad, yeah She's a bad, bad girl, woah, woah-oh She's a bad, bad girl, oh, oh, oh, woah [Poofie] b**h came through, you know what I'm saying? She was bad as sh**, she was bad as sh**, man, I'm telling you, man I'm telling you, yo She had that nice a** on her and sh** But listen, listen, listen, listen, listen Listen, listen Yo, yo, yo, tell me, tell, listen, listen If she got that thing man I swear I think she got that jungle fever [Verse 4: Merlyn Wood] Then I'm Tarzan, homie If she bleeding, tug it Yah I dropped my standards My teachers aren't Tryna flunk me down They tryna hold me back f** Kenan & Kel, man I ain't with all that No I ain't fight this hard Since my Daddy put em up I was hitting them trees in his big red truck Came a long way from havin my shirt tucked And I still don't give a f** And I still don't give, uh, no I don't Duct tape on my jeans let it show I'm a f** up, let 'em know I'm sorry Mama Last time I cried was for my Grandmama, could smell her like the flowers Africana summer