SWEET lyrics

[Video Intro: Henock Sileshi, Kevin Abstract & Robert Ontenient]

F***, s***! (*laughter*)

F***! (*coughing*)

Ah-ha-ha, I didn't—ha-ha-ha, ah! F***!

I didn't know it was gonna—hehe

I didn't know it was gonna hit your dick

Ah, damn that shit {bleep}

Me llamo Roberto

Wait, what? That's a "Roberto"?

[Verse 1: Matt Champion]

Stripped down to my skin and my bones

I love huskies but I feel like a wolf (howw!)

In a pack but I feel all alone

I'm scatterbrained man, better offer the clone

In Tejas apartments with racists doin' weird shit

Like, this'll make the biopic (haha)

Rile 'em up, hit Zaxby's, get the wing and tings (yum)

Real quick bills still stacking to the ceiling (uh-oh)

Whatchu mean, it ain't working? (what?)

Whatchu mean, you ain't finding yourself? (oh, I am, I'm trying)

Whatchu mean, you ain't got no cash? (I got a little bit)

Whatchu mean? Whatchu mean?

Shouldn't your pockets be big just like a fat chick? (uh-huh)

Shouldn't your mama be done paying the house off? (I guess)

Shouldn't you have a real big-ass ego? (no)

Shouldn't these girls be flockin' just like seagulls? (eh)

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]

Twistin' me up like licorice

Think I need someone who can handle it

Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed

I don't need nobody tryna give me shit

Twistin' me up like licorice

Think I need someone who can handle it

Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed

I don't need nobody tryna give me shit

[Verse 2: Dom McLennon]

The original lick-splickety, higher than Yosemite

Breaking the mold mentally, master with no limiting

Making 'em say "ugh!", they worshipping our force viciously

Watching the floor tip in your temple of authenticity

Often they say I’m off it, I offer my crossed empathy

They forgot what we on, I’ll remind 'em with hostility

Hot-diggity damn, everyone running scams

Gotta cover your clams and take another glance

Running a clinic, no scans, ain't no one claimin' yo mans

It's all pertaining to plan, call me the architect

Lap you in a UFO, I haven't started yet

Still gotta figure out exactly where to park it at

Moses with the pen, each line an ocean I can part it at

But that's too deep

[Verse 3: Merlyn Wood]

Don't call me stupid, that ain't the way my name pronounced

Don't call me Cupid, I got too many hoes right now

Poolside in Houston, tryna see if Beyoncé'll take me for adoption

Broke-ass rich suburbs, a civilian shot in 3rd Ward, we just by the fountain

This is Merlyn Wood, man, everywhere I go is the Woodlands

I need a honeybutter, vodka in a Sprite can

When I'm in the Whataburger, all the kids know who I am

I need a honeybutter, puttin' lean in my Sprite can

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]

Twistin' me up like licorice

Think I need someone who can handle it

Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed

I don't need nobody tryna give me shit

Twistin' me up like licorice

Think I need someone who can handle it

Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed

I don't need nobody tryna give me shit

[Verse 4: Ameer Vann]

I got a record but I'm clean as they come

I'm Godzilla, when they see me they run

On 37th, used to run from the bloods

The undercovers gotta duck when they come

I moved out and in a couple of months

I'ma be a pop star, they call me a thug

I used to write raps on the back of the bus

Now I'm in the front seat shifting the gears

[Verse 5: Joba]

It's funny how things can change

Three hundred dollars to my name, left to Hollywood

I was living off Ramen and change

Five hundred dollars on these dinners, never have to pay

Growing up my teachers told me

"You better get them grades up if you wanna finish high school

And after high school, you better get a degree

'Cause it's a dog-eat-dog world, you could live in the street"

Flashback, I had my Walkman in the minivan

Listening to NSYNC, saw my name on the CD

Bleach blond tips, wanted to be JT

Wanted to do big things, had to fulfill a dream

One might say I was doomed from the get-go

But those same people assume, 'cause they'll never know

What it's like to be called to what's not set in stone

I am one with the ebb and flow, that's all I know

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]

Twistin' me up like licorice

Think I need someone who can handle it

Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed

I don't need nobody tryna give me shit

Twistin' me out like licorice

Think I need someone who can handle it

Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed

I don't need nobody tryna give me shit

Twistin' me up like licorice

Think I need someone who can handle it

Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed

I don't need nobody tryna give me shit

Twistin' me out like licorice

Think I need someone who can handle it

Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed

I don't need nobody tryna give me shit

• Artist:Brockhampton
• Album:SATURATION II