Junky song by BROCKHAMPTON from Primary Album Saturation-ii. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Hardcore Rap, Trap, Conscious Hip-Hop music. The Record company is unknown. Released on August 15, 2017.
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Junky Meaning
| [[Video Intro: Robert Ontenient] Me Ilamo Roberto y estamos buscando a Jaden Smith [Verse 1: Kevin Abstract] I spit my heart out, lookin’ out for my best interests He gave me good head, peepin’ out while the windows tinted I speak in tongues and I arrive without a damn mention It’s kinda sick, and I was born in 1996 and 1999 the only year that I remember I slip through the cracks without havin’ a damn temper I bleach my hair because these bitches all about they bitchin’ I say shit when I rap, and y’all niggas barely listen I do the most for the culture, nigga, by just existing Delete my tweets ’cause I’m ashamed of being a fuckin’ Simpson I told my mom I was gay, why the fuck she ain’t listen? I signed a pub’ deal and her opinion fuckin’ disappearin’ I’m payin’ bills for my sister and tryna fund a business Is it homophobic to only hook up with straight niggas? You know, like, closet niggas, masc-type? “Why don’t you take that mask off?” That’s the thought I had last night “Why you always rap about bein’ gay?” ‘Cause not enough niggas rap and be gay Where I come from, niggas get called “faggot” and killed So I’ma get head from a nigga right here And they can come and cut my head off, and And my legs off, and And I’ma still be a boss ’til my head gone, yeah , [Bridge: Ameer Vann] Break the wheel, pack the steel, hold my niggas down Twistin’ on that syrup ‘til I hear crackin’ sounds Break the wheel, pack the steel, hold my niggas down Twistin’ on that syrup ‘til I hear crackin’ sounds Break, break, break the steel, hold my niggas down Twistin’ on that syrup ‘til I hear crack, crack, crack Break the wheel, pack the steel, hold my niggas down Twistin’ on that syrup ‘til I hear crack [Verse 2: Ameer Vann] I don’t trust nobody ’cause they don’t deserve it Niggas run in your house, they know you doin’ dirty (Go ‘head, now) I got my hand on an ounce, and I got money servin’ I just bought me a fifth and now I’m speedin’, swervin’ (Go ‘head, now) I took an eighth of them shrooms, and now I’m hearin’ voices I took like two of them pills, I can’t remember nothing (Go ‘head, now) I ain’t under control, I’m losin’ motor function I need an intervention, I need an exorcism I need a therapist, paranoia and drug addiction It’s very scary, my momma don’t even recognize me I’m goin’ crazy, don’t need nobody to say they love me My acts of desperation, I’m on an empty stomach So fuck the consequences, I ain’t runnin’ from them , [Verse 3: Merlyn Wood] Feelin’ like a goner, put my life in locker Hotbox in the Hummer Hot bars in the summer (Merlyn, Merlyn!) If I had the option, I would do it all again If I had the option, I would do it all again I just wanna feel like I did the right program I just want to appeal to my dad and my cousins (Again) When I cut the veal, I do not think ’bout diplomas Love is knowin’ that you didn’t do it by your lonesome So I forgive my mommy, daddy, auntie, and my uncles For guilt-tripping feelings whenever they call my number They see men dream, they see men fallin’ But when I dream, I’m smashing on a Lana [Bridge: Matt Champion & Joba] Both pessimistic, drug addicted, caught in our feelings We spit venom then stare at the ceiling, wondering, “why?” My mom’s no alcoholic, she just wanna drown her sorrows Love her to death and soon enough, I’ll give back all I borrowed Both so submissive, take turns dominating, the light has been faded This hate-fueled love, we don’t fake it, no givin’, just takin’ [Verse 4: Matt Champion] I took some steps to be a bigger person I should’ve thrown ya off the highway, the cars swerving Ain’t no burden, ain’t no sermon, ain’t no motherfuckin’ plaque I hate these hospitals and police and the smell of death—all that I hate these shady folk that want it ladylike But don’t treat lady right, but they be sayin’, like (“Just the tip!”) And yeah, you mad ’cause she ain’t fuck, mad ’cause she ain’t suck Beat your ass before you got time to say “Why not?” Here to catch you slip up, wish you could just rewind Time and not fuck up, thought you had just lucked up Where the respect? Is your ass human? I look you in your eyes, say, “Fuck you, are you fuckin’ stupid?” Respect my mother, ‘spect my sister, ‘spect these women, boy I get my 9-9, I don’t own one, hit the store to blow your brains off Better hope my aim off, better hope the range off Better hope my tame off before I blow your brains off, boy , [Outro: Dom McLennon] Ugh, no hands with the stunts Jump off the roof like I do what I want All of my life in my past wanna haunt And my sight of the future beginning to taunt my ambition Man on the moon, I’m marooned, I ain’t trippin’, I’m on a mission Every time that I speak, they ain’t skippin’ Turned my inspiration to a vision, that’s a given, no slippin’] |
Common queries
- Who produced the lyrics for Junky?
This lirics prodiucer by Romil Hemnani.
- Who is the songwriter behind this hit single? Junky
Junky lyrics song is written by Kiko Merley, Jabari Manwa, Romil Hemnani, Dom McLennon, Matt Champion, Merlyn Wood, Ameer Vann, Joba & Kevin Abstract
