Brockhampton - TRACK 22 lyrics

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract] Real life, man, wonder what it feel like Whole life has been livin’ someone else life What life like if I was born, [?] bringin’ a desert storm Got a record deal with some braces on me We a boy band, flex it, homie And these boys all chasin’ homie I’m tryna make a dozen films [Verse 1: Dom McLennon] I’m makin’ peace with all my demons ‘fore I clock out It never comes as we perceive it ’til we drop out I’m too big to burn a bridge that I should stomp out I got a vision, I ain’t quittin’ ’til I’m crossed out And even then, I still be screamin’ from the nosebleeds To tell ’em know I never let the pressure know me You couldn’t even hold a candle to the old me So what I look like when you try to control me I’m on a mission to reclaim the times that broke me The life I took is not the one that f**in’ chose me And I ain’t goin’ back, I’m ridin’ in the sunset I’m pacin’ between self-awareness and silver arrest Oh, everything I sign with every label seems to suggest My fate is pre-determined, I’m for certain that’s my success [Verse 2: Ameer Vann] I got everything I want and I want somethin’ else I try to fill the void and pull the Bible off the shelf Ashes on my sheets, I find it hard to sleep I got little problems, I know y’all sick of hearin’ I think I’m missin’ somethin’ but I can’t think of nothin’ That’s true [Chorus: Kevin Abstract] Real life, man, wonder what it feel like Whole life has been livin’ someone else life What life like if I was born, [?] bringin’ a desert storm Got a record deal with some braces on me We a boy band, flex, it homie And these boys all chasin’ homie I’m tryna make a dozen films [Verse 3: Merlyn Wood] In the back, in the back Make it to Jerusalem with my fam in the back In the back, in the back The haters still infragrant but that payback is exact House pad to the max n***as in the kitchen, n***as in the back Nothing in my fridge but my hunger is in that n***as havin’ visions, layin’ down on tracks sh** been south central, n***as in the back In the back, when I make it I’ma [Verse 4: Matt Champion] I would do it in the dungeon, no barely funct— I would do it in the dungeon, just barely function, picki— I would do it from the dungeon, could barely function Pickin’ strawberry with my aunty, with the answers With the long sleeves, upper ground pool in the backyard With the bare pull, with the bad luck Shouldn’t wait on me, takes a while ‘fore that bed, homie Dead homies