HONEY - BROCKHAMPTON

My arms are always open

Your fears always rollin'

And they deep and you can’t control it

What you want, what you want, emotion?

My arms are always open

Your fears always rollin'

And they deep and you can’t control it

What you want, what you want, emotion?

I need a step out with no frustration

I need a permanent getaway vacation

They got a permanent hit-list my nigga

A million reasons to get rich my nigga

Fifty did it right

I could’ve been homeless

I thought I moved too often this for the Summer

I could’ve been homeless

Before I had to go, I had a course

A million reasons to get rich my nigga

A million reasons to get rich my nigga

A million reasons to get rich my nigga

My people still dry snitchin' whenever they touch the mic

That’s what happens when a therapist isn’t somewhere in sight

Take flight, never lean to the left or the right

'Cause they turn the other cheek when our niggas start to die

When our women start to die, when our children start to die

I don’t feel the empathy, we made the space too many times

Every summer in this city start to feel like Columbine

'Cause you got to get yours, and I got to get mine

One time for the paragon to the paradigm

When you underground nigga only try to undermine

Use the track as a gymnasium to get into the stadium

They couldn’t match my alien, I’m blowing like uranium

One time for the

One time

One time (nigga)

One time (nigga)

One time (nigga)

One t

(Nigga)

(Nigga)

(Nigga)

A million reasons to get rich my nigga

Fifty did it right, Fifty did it right

Wish I could call every successful rapper for advice

How the fuck do I make this shit last my whole life?

Do y’all want to come to the concert tonight?

Fifty did it right, Fifty did it right

Wish I could call every successful rapper for advice

How the fuck do I make this shit last my whole life?

Do y’all want to come to the concert tonight?

(Nigga)

(Nigga)

(Nigga)

(Nigga)

Tuggin' on my pinky ring, smelling like chrysanthemum

I just want that, I just want that, I just want that, I just want that

Tuggin' on my pinky ring, smelling like chrysanthemum

I just want that, I just want that, I just want that, I just want that

Tuggin' on my pinky ring, smelling like chrysanthemum

I just want that, I just want that, I just want that, I just want that

On my jewelry, and on my niggas

On my jewelry, and on my niggas

You know I got

Just give me what I need