DISTRICT lyrics

I'm Sammy-jo, and my favorite colors are black and red

Let me find my way out of this bitch

Find myself high in the distance

Find me up, lying in this ditch

With a wrist and some diamonds a-mixin'

If I can't find the time to get my heart out

Would you stomp 'em out when we slow the world down

Would you hold it down for me when my heart pound

Ain't no telling, no telling so call the coroner

Let me find my way out of this bitch

Find myself high in the distance

Find me up, lying in this ditch

With a wrist and some diamonds a-mixin'

If I can't find the time to get my heart out

Would you stomp 'em out when we slow the world down

Would you hold it down for me when my heart pound

Ain't no telling, no telling so call the coroner

Aye, I'ma just bounce with that

In fact I bought a whole damn house with that

Aye, hand me where the ounces at

Tell me where the damn these ounces at

Aye, tell me where the ounces at

Tell me where the ounces, ounces at

Aye, tell me where the ounces at

Tell me where the ounces, ounces at

It's getting hot, you best just—

(Woo! Simmer down, simmer down, simmer down, simmer down)

The effects can't touch this

(Woo! Simmer down, simmer down, simmer down, simmer down)

Stepped up, step down, bitch

(Woo! Simmer down, simmer down, simmer down, simmer down)

Wait, wait, wait

I'm alive, I'm alive, the bags in my ride, I

I ain't ever been the one that's scared of you

Baby, you can come and get it

I'm alive, I'm alive, the bags in my ride, I

Baby, when the karma gets you

Maybe you can run away with us

In my bag in the vault, moving on, move along

Damn I fall, move too fast, life is skidding to a halt

Got back on the road, and made it to the start

Disregard me, emotional discharge

Can't forget the mission, put it to my heart

I ain't playing games, but you can play a part

Standing up apart behind my battle scars

Money walk and money talk, but money no make comfortable

Big ass house and big ass car don't add up when you die alone

I want white knights like five lights for some little chromes

I want bliss, no strife

Rewind, don't slice around my aura with the better lies

I want a better life, bend around the corner

One deep, eyes shut when they know the place

But you don't know me, I don't correlate

Straight from manipulation wouldn't wanna infiltrate my brothers

Still wanna get me high, eyes low off that methadone

Always throwing curve, like a reaper sight

Gnawing on my wood like a termite

Entering my world like a parasite

(Parasite, parasite, parasite, parasite)

Praise God, hallelujah! I'm still depressed

At war with my conscience, paranoid, can't find that shit

Woo, praise God, hallelujah! I'm still depressed

At war with my conscience, paranoid, I can't—

Let me find my way out of this bitch

I'm Sammy-jo, and my favorite colors are black and red

With a wrist and some diamonds a-mixin'

If I can't find time to get my heart out

Would you stomp 'em out when we slow the word down

Would you hold it down for me when my heart pound

Ain't no telling, no telling so call the coroner

Sittin' on your porch, across parking lots and you

Light it up better dodge the cops

And I'll never get sick of playing with your locks

I- I- miss you lots, I- I- miss you lots, I- I-

Sittin' on your porch, across parking lots

That's all I got for you

And I'll never get sick of playing with your locks I- I-

That's all I got for you

Sittin' on your porch, across parking lots and you

That's all I got for you

Miss you lots, I- I- miss you lots, I- I-

That's all I got for you

Sittin' on your porch, across parking lots

That's all I got for you

And I'll never get sick of playing with your locks

I- I- miss you lots, I- I- miss you lots

I- I- miss you lots, I- I- miss you lots, I- I-

That's all I got for you

• Artist:Brockhampton
• Album:iridescence (2018)