BROCKHAMPTON - 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 time to get my heart out
Would you stomp 'em out when we slow the world out
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 time to get my heart out
Would you stomp 'em out when we slow the world out
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)

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





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BROCKHAMPTON DISTRICT Comments
  1. part 2

    2:22 my fav part

  2. Susan Kutner

    Who does their beats I wonder???

  3. Susan Kutner

    They are simply - the best!!

  4. Jimmy Jams

    Who is the woman doing the background singing?

  5. Second Account ?

    [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

  6. Dora

    [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

  7. Herb

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

  8. Top_Hat_Mann

    Muslim Joba be like:

    Praise Allah hallelujah I'm still depressed

  9. Kooltea

    Ameer’s verse on this is way too 🔥

  10. Krmet _Whisper

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

    sample the planet

    *thumbs down*

    sample the planet

    you also don’t deserve your gf

  11. sad TM

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

  12. H_ cipher

    the beat is fucking insane

  13. Dashanell Topaum

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

  14. Antonella Cox

    0:23 makes me feel some type of way

  15. averyowebster

    HIGH IN THE DISTANCE

  16. Drippy Spaff

    I never get sick of playing with your lobsta

  17. tucksquared

    who else is here from HK

  18. Eden MOA

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

  19. Rolando Tizon

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

  20. FaTaL x1376

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

  21. Aubrey

    2:21 INSTANT NUT

  22. Aubrey

    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

  23. Aubrey

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

  24. Aubrey

    This is superior brockhampton song

  25. Guilhermme

    this captures the whole “IGOR” vibes completely

  26. Subscribe 2 PEWDS

    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

  27. Dubz Ace

    Bearface make my pp go 😳

  28. Nev Johnson

    2:29 to the end is my favorite

  29. Cara Palvin

    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-

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  30. yung cheddar

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

  31. oageha

    2:08 everyone

  32. dont say the n word

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

  33. CULT

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

  34. sushii

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

  35. Zolee Paredes

    this is actual gold

  36. The Count

    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.

  37. potato 99

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

  38. Futa_Narnia

    Il est où le million de vue ?

  39. Homeboy8227

    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

  40. Tristan Kunz

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

  41. that swanser

    PRAISE GOD
    HALLELUJAH
    IM STILL DEPRESSED
    i feel you

  42. Lucia -

    Tik tok army is going to get here soon

  43. UrAvgChimp

    Here before the cringe tiktok kids

  44. Ben Dover

    This album grows on you

  45. danis k

    The beATis sick af

  46. Eliza Schuyler Hamilton

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

  47. Chelsea Alexus

    2:13 =What y’all came here for

  48. cassidy

    [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

  49. Sockmother

    iridescence>saturation 3>saturation 2>saturation 1

  50. Thotimus Prime

    Bruh 2:30 till the end is so damn euphoric

  51. Thotimus Prime

    Who is Sammy jo though?

    Soft Anon

    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

  52. friiday. draws

    Praise gOODDDDDD HALLELUJAH
    IM STILL DEPRESSED

  53. Zé Nobary

    ooooooooooooo

  54. christmemea

    This song goes fucking *HARD*

  55. Will

    This is like Death Grips lite, i love it.

  56. Sebarus

    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-

  57. Nicholas Lapadat

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

  58. CLASSICK

    When ameer said “ “
    I felt that

  59. James Flynn

    This. is the best song. of all time.

  60. SamHydeDisciple ye

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

  61. Aman Kala

    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-

  62. MasterJackall

    2:28 My ears are cumming hard

  63. dean

    ALELUYAAAAAAA

  64. Alan Lopez

    Is ameer not on any of the album???

    Greta Reiter

    ameer was kicked out of the band

  65. bigbootyrudie

    Is there SoundCloud

  66. Dante Vaun

    This and Vivid are my two megafaves.

  67. 973 Flake

    Still slept on

  68. Gamen Snootdroop

    2:13 Me every night

  69. Gamen Snootdroop

    Who the hell is Sammy-Jo

    Soft Anon

    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

  70. extra crispy mac and cheese

    One of the best songs on Iridescence

  71. Liz !

    tell my joba isn't iconic ONE MORE TIME

  72. Blu Molotov

    GTA 5 anybody?

  73. greg streettt

    Yo who wanna make Music

  74. Logixc

    this song, this album slaps so fuckin hard

  75. max Mcneil

    Lowkey fire

  76. nash !

    district

  77. Peeweecat

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

  78. Evillincoln

    Me whenever I talk to my parents.

  79. August 609

    Kevin’s best chorus on the album

  80. Brett Wall

    Who else loves the last verse

  81. Cheesespaghetti Bologna

    *_miss you lots_*

  82. Madison Cool

    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.

  83. Rye Fitz

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

    nepetalactwo

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

  84. MaryJane Ramos

    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.

  85. Lucien

    first song i heard by them

  86. Alexis S

    most underrated song on the album for sure

  87. He got the wet works

    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-

  88. Allan Young

    Best song off the album @ me

  89. Not Dibujo

    so blessed I got to see these madmen live

  90. Royale With Cheese

    Who produces these beats? Like which member of Brockhampton?

    Alice Codognesi

    Mainly Romil, but also other members cooperate

  91. SocksN Swetshirtz

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





    Never thought I would actually like that