BROCKHAMPTON - DISTRICT Lyrics

2:22 my fav part

Who does their beats I wonder???

They are simply - the best!!

Who is the woman doing the background singing?

[Intro]
"I'm Sammy Jo, and my favorite colors are, um, black and red."

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
Let me find my way out of this bitch (Uh)
Find myself high in the distance (Uh)
Find me up, lying in this ditch (Uh)
With a wrist and some diamonds a-mixin' (Woo)
If I can't find the time to get my heart out (Uh)
Would you stomp 'em out when we slow the world down? (Uh)
Would you hold it down for me when my heart pound? (Uh)
Ain't no telling, no telling, so call the coroner
Let me find my way out of this bitch (Uh)
Find myself high in the distance (Uh)
Find me up, lying in this ditch (Uh)
With a wrist and some diamonds a-mixin' (Woo)
If I can't find the time to get my heart out (Uh)
Would you stomp 'em out when we slow the world down? (Uh)
Would you hold it down for me when my heart pound? (Uh)
Ain't no telling, no telling, so call the coroner

[Verse 1: Merlyn Wood]
Ayy, I'ma just bounce with that
In fact, I bought a whole damn house with that
Ayy, hand me where the ounces at
Tell me where the damn these ounces at
Ayy, tell me where the ounces at
Tell me where the ounces, ounces at
Ayy, tell me where the ounces at
Tell me where the ounces, ounces at


[Verse 2: Joba]
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
Stand up, stand down, bitch
Woo! Simmer down, simmer down, simmer down, simmer down
Wait, wait, wait

[Verse 3: bearface]
I'm alive, I'm alive, the bags in my ride, I, 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, I
Baby, when the karma gets you
Maybe you can run away with us

[Verse 4: Dom McLennon]
In my bag in the vault, moving on, move along
Ain't my fault, moved too fast, life had skidded to a halt
Got back on the road and made it to the start
Disregard the emotional discharge
Can't forget the mission put into my heart
I ain't playing games with you to play your part
Standing up with pride behind my battle scars

[Verse 5: Matt Champion]
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 wife, nice life highlights with some little clones
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 really 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 scythe
Gnawing on my wood like a termite
Entering my world like a parasite
(Parasite, parasite, parasite, parasite)

[Verse 6: Joba, Kevin Abstract]
Praise God, hallelujah! (God, God) I'm still depressed (Damn, damn)
At war with my conscience, paranoid, can't find that shit
Woo, praise God, hallelujah! (God, God) I'm still depressed (Damn, damn)
At war with my conscience, paranoid, I can't—

[Breakdown: Kevin Abstract]
Let me find my way out of this bitch
"I'm Sammy Jo, and my favorite colors are, um, black and red." (Damn)
(Uh) With a wrist and some diamonds a-mixin'
(Ooh da-aa, da, da, da, da)
If I can't find the time to get my heart out (Uh)
Would you stomp 'em out when we slow the world down? (Damn)
Would you hold it down for me when my heart pound? (Uh)
Ain't no telling, no telling, so call the coroner

[Outro: bearface, Kevin Abstract]
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

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
Let me find my way out of this bitch (Uh)
Find myself high in the distance (Uh)
Find me up, lying in this ditch (Uh)
With a wrist and some diamonds a-mixin' (Woo)
If I can't find the time to get my heart out (Uh)
Would you stomp 'em out when we slow the world down? (Uh)
Would you hold it down for me when my heart pound? (Uh)
Ain't no telling, no telling, so call the coroner
Let me find my way out of this bitch (Uh)
Find myself high in the distance (Uh)
Find me up, lying in this ditch (Uh)
With a wrist and some diamonds a-mixin' (Woo)
If I can't find the time to get my heart out (Uh)
Would you stomp 'em out when we slow the world down? (Uh)
Would you hold it down for me when my heart pound? (Uh)
Ain't no telling, no telling, so call the coroner

[Verse 1: Merlyn Wood]
Ayy, I'ma just bounce with that
In fact, I bought a whole damn house with that
Ayy, hand me where the ounces at
Tell me where the damn these ounces at
Ayy, tell me where the ounces at
Tell me where the ounces, ounces at
Ayy, tell me where the ounces at
Tell me where the ounces, ounces at


[Verse 2: Joba]
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
Stand up, stand down, bitch
Woo! Simmer down, simmer down, simmer down, simmer down
Wait, wait, wait

[Verse 3: bearface]
I'm alive, I'm alive, the bags in my ride, I, 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, I
Baby, when the karma gets you
Maybe you can run away with us

[Verse 4: Dom McLennon]
In my bag in the vault, moving on, move along
Ain't my fault, moved too fast, life had skidded to a halt
Got back on the road and made it to the start
Disregard the emotional discharge
Can't forget the mission put into my heart
I ain't playing games with you to play your part
Standing up with pride behind my battle scars


[Verse 5: Matt Champion]
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 wife, nice life highlights with some little clones
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 really 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 scythe
Gnawing on my wood like a termite
Entering my world like a parasite
(Parasite, parasite, parasite, parasite)

[Verse 6: Joba, Kevin Abstract]
Praise God, hallelujah! (God, God) I'm still depressed (Damn, damn)
At war with my conscience, paranoid, can't find that shit
Woo, praise God, hallelujah! (God, God) I'm still depressed (Damn, damn)
At war with my conscience, paranoid, I can't—

[Breakdown: Kevin Abstract]
Let me find my way out of this bitch
"I'm Sammy Jo, and my favorite colors are, um, black and red." (Damn)
(Uh) With a wrist and some diamonds a-mixin'
(Ooh da-aa, da, da, da, da)
If I can't find the time to get my heart out (Uh)
Would you stomp 'em out when we slow the world down? (Damn)
Would you hold it down for me when my heart pound? (Uh)
Ain't no telling, no telling, so call the coroner


[Outro: bearface, Kevin Abstract]
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

This song make me cry, not a sad or happy cry. Idrk what type of cry it is. But this song is so gooooooood

Muslim Joba be like:

Praise Allah hallelujah I'm still depressed

Ameer’s verse on this is way too 🔥

my gf told me to listen to this and honestly id rather do my ap hw lmfao

*thumbs down*

you also don’t deserve your gf

priest: just pray the gay away
me: 2:13

the beat is fucking insane

IF YOU SEE A COKMMENT A GIRL NAMED CAREY GIVE ME HER EVERything im her RIVAL

0:23 makes me feel some type of way

HIGH IN THE DISTANCE

I never get sick of playing with your lobsta

who else is here from HK

Y’all hype up jobas line but the entire song smacks

i just came here to listen to him sayin *"praise god hallelujah, im still depressed"*

THIS SONG SO MUCH FIRE THAT MY DICK BURNED OFF🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

2:21 INSTANT NUT

Sigknwozoshxidojesoooooo simmer down simmer down simmer down simmer down
Awaprioelesppwpsosppooooooo simmer down simmer down simmer down simmer down Qosueikwksjwjsbitchoooooooo simmer down simmer down simmer down simmer down Wait wait wait

JOBA could run me over with a bus and I’d apologize for being in his way

This is superior brockhampton song

this captures the whole “IGOR” vibes completely

This song sounds like the part of the movie after the huge fight and everyone is off lost trying to figure out how everything went wrong

Bearface make my pp go 😳

2:29 to the end is my favorite

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
And I'll never get sick of playing with your locks I- I-
Sittin' on your porch, across parking lots and you
Miss you lots, I- I- miss you lots, I- I-
Sittin' on your porch, across parking lots
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-

Traducir al español

joba's vocals in this are the most amazing thing i've ever heard

2:08 everyone

death grips influence, but its a good thing dont get me wrong

This is the Brockhampton I love. Gingers good but this shit right hereeeeeee?!

yeah Joba is great in this but HOLY SHIT BEARFACE AT THE END IS FROM ANOTHER PLANET

this is actual gold

Why every time I listen to this I'm so hyped and then when joba comes in with "praise god hallelujah, I'm still depressed" I break down crying.

I still come back to this... one of my all time favourite brockhampton songs. It takes me to another dimension

Il est où le million de vue ?

I swear there is a very faint yoshi sound effect a bit after 1:20. He pops up a few times in within those 10 seconds

So nobody is gonna bring up that Jimmy Fallon took down the video of this performance? 😂

PRAISE GOD
HALLELUJAH
IM STILL DEPRESSED
i feel you

Tik tok army is going to get here soon

Here before the cringe tiktok kids

This album grows on you

The beATis sick af

2:13 When you tell your parents that you are depressed and they say depression is a sin.

2:13 =What y’all came here for

[Intro]
"I'm Sammy Jo, and my favorite colors are, um, black and red."

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
Let me find my way out of this bitch (Uh)
Find myself high in the distance (Uh)
Find me up, lying in this ditch (Uh)
With a wrist and some diamonds a-mixin' (Woo)
If I can't find the time to get my heart out (Uh)
Would you stomp 'em out when we slow the world down? (Uh)
Would you hold it down for me when my heart pound? (Uh)
Ain't no telling, no telling, so call the coroner
Let me find my way out of this bitch (Uh)
Find myself high in the distance (Uh)
Find me up, lying in this ditch (Uh)
With a wrist and some diamonds a-mixin' (Woo)
If I can't find the time to get my heart out (Uh)
Would you stomp 'em out when we slow the world down? (Uh)
Would you hold it down for me when my heart pound? (Uh)
Ain't no telling, no telling, so call the coroner

[Verse 1: Merlyn Wood]
Ayy, I'ma just bounce with that
In fact, I bought a whole damn house with that
Ayy, hand me where the ounces at
Tell me where the damn these ounces at
Ayy, tell me where the ounces at
Tell me where the ounces, ounces at
Ayy, tell me where the ounces at
Tell me where the ounces, ounces at


[Verse 2: Joba]
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
Stand up, stand down, bitch
Woo! Simmer down, simmer down, simmer down, simmer down
Wait, wait, wait

[Verse 3: bearface]
I'm alive, I'm alive, the bags in my ride, I, 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, I
Baby, when the karma gets you
Maybe you can run away with us

[Verse 4: Dom McLennon]
In my bag in the vault, moving on, move along
Ain't my fault, moved too fast, life had skidded to a halt
Got back on the road and made it to the start
Disregard the emotional discharge
Can't forget the mission put into my heart
I ain't playing games with you to play your part
Standing up with pride behind my battle scars

[Verse 5: Matt Champion]
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 wife, nice life highlights with some little clones
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 scythe
Gnawing on my wood like a termite
Entering my world like a parasite
(Parasite, parasite, parasite, parasite)

[Verse 6: Joba, Kevin Abstract]
Praise God, hallelujah! I'm still depressed (Damn, damn)
At war with my conscience, paranoid, can't find that shit
Woo, praise God, hallelujah! I'm still depressed (Damn, damn)
At war with my conscience, paranoid, I can't—

[Breakdown: Kevin Abstract]
Let me find my way out of this bitch
"I'm Sammy Jo, and my favorite colors are, um, black and red." (Damn)
(Uh) With a wrist and some diamonds a-mixin'
(Ooh da-aa, da, da, da, da)
If I can't find the time to get my heart out (Uh)
Would you stomp 'em out when we slow the world down? (Damn)
Would you hold it down for me when my heart pound? (Uh)
Ain't no telling, no telling, so call the coroner

[Outro: bearface, Kevin Abstract]
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

iridescence>saturation 3>saturation 2>saturation 1

Bruh 2:30 till the end is so damn euphoric

Who is Sammy jo though?

She's a character from a US soap opera called Dynasty. She's very obsessed with material wealth, because she comes from a poorer background than some of the other cast. There's a few story lines where she gets quite a lot of money out of playing people. I guess that can be contrasted with her voice clip here where she says she likes black and red, colours often associated with workers movements or political ideologies like anarcho-communism. So right from the get go the song brings up the idea of a conflict between wanting material wealth and being politically motivated against a society which views such wealth as important.
I think the rest of the song does pretty well at continuing this theme, Matt's verse is very obvious about it when he says money and cars and houses mean nothing when you die. And I reckon Joba's verse is about being depressed in a world which no longer has any real meaning; he brings up religion only to say 'it doesn't really matter' basically. This is not surprising in a world which has replaced the importance on human experience with the fetishisation of objects and images. We longer seek experiences directly, but focus on the image of having such experiences. The objects associated with that experience, or the social capital we gain from posting those experiences to social media. I think Joba channels Focault and Nietzsche in this verse, touching on how traditional ways of finding meaning have been replaced by an emptiness, a simulation of what is real.
To bring that back around to Sammy Jo, Jo is not real. She is an image of someone real, a simulation of reality. She is fictional. By bringing her up, it becomes clear that this is a song about the emptiness of modern life, of a life that is nothing more than a constant race to acquire more stuff and more social capital.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk

Praise gOODDDDDD HALLELUJAH
IM STILL DEPRESSED

ooooooooooooo

This song goes fucking *HARD*

This is like Death Grips lite, i love it.

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
And I'll never get sick of playing with your locks I- I-
Sittin' on your porch, across parking lots and you
Miss you lots, I- I- miss you lots, I- I-
Sittin' on your porch, across parking lots
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-

*survives finals*
Me: Praise Gooood, Hallelujiah, I'm still depressed!

When ameer said “ “
I felt that

This. is the best song. of all time.

2:29-3:32. Best part of the song imo

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
And I'll never get sick of playing with your locks I- I-
Sittin' on your porch, across parking lots and you
Miss you lots, I- I- miss you lots, I- I-
Sittin' on your porch, across parking lots
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-

2:28 My ears are cumming hard

ALELUYAAAAAAA

Is ameer not on any of the album???

ameer was kicked out of the band

Is there SoundCloud

This and Vivid are my two megafaves.

Still slept on

2:13 Me every night

Who the hell is Sammy-Jo

She's a character from a US soap opera called Dynasty. She's very obsessed with material wealth, because she comes from a poorer background than some of the other cast. There's a few story lines where she gets quite a lot of money out of playing people. I guess that can be contrasted with her voice clip here where she says she likes black and red, colours often associated with workers movements or political ideologies like anarcho-communism. So right from the get go the song brings up the idea of a conflict between wanting material wealth and being politically motivated against a society which views such wealth as important.
I think the rest of the song does pretty well at continuing this theme, Matt's verse is very obvious about it when he says money and cars and houses mean nothing when you die. And I reckon Joba's verse is about being depressed in a world which no longer has any real meaning; he brings up religion only to say 'it doesn't really matter' basically. This is not surprising in a world which has replaced the importance on human experience with the fetishisation of objects and images. We longer seek experiences directly, but focus on the image of having such experiences. The objects associated with that experience, or the social capital we gain from posting those experiences to social media. I think Joba channels Focault and Nietzsche in this verse, touching on how traditional ways of finding meaning have been replaced by an emptiness, a simulation of what is real.
To bring that back around to Sammy Jo, Jo is not real. She is an image of someone real, a simulation of reality. She is fictional. By bringing her up, it becomes clear that this is a song about the emptiness of modern life, of a life that is nothing more than a constant race to acquire more stuff and more social capital.


Thank you for coming to my TED talk

One of the best songs on Iridescence

tell my joba isn't iconic ONE MORE TIME

GTA 5 anybody?

Yo who wanna make Music

this song, this album slaps so fuckin hard

Lowkey fire

district

"And I'll never get sick of playing with your nutsack" 2:52

Me whenever I talk to my parents.

Kevin’s best chorus on the album

Who else loves the last verse

*_miss you lots_*

please tell me i'm not the only one who listens to the song fully, but when they're depressed as fuck they go straight to 2:22 with this song lmao.

Anyone know where the guitar sample at the end is from? I swear I’ve heard it before and it’s driving me nuts!

It sounds a lot like Business in the front by arsonists get all the girls

when i saw them perform this song live the other day for the FIRST fucking time i legit almost had a heart attack from all the fucking excitement cause this was the song i first loved when iridescence came out. the beat, lyrics, all of their verses are 🔥 bearface at the end with his part legendary.

first song i heard by them

most underrated song on the album for sure

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
And I'll never get sick of playing with your locks I- I-
Sittin' on your porch, across parking lots and you
Miss you lots, I- I- miss you lots, I- I-
Sittin' on your porch, across parking lots
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-

Best song off the album @ me

so blessed I got to see these madmen live

Who produces these beats? Like which member of Brockhampton?

Mainly Romil, but also other members cooperate

This song makes me feel like my head was thrown in a blender...





Never thought I would actually like that