BROCKHAMPTON - ALASKA Lyrics
[Verse 1: Ameer Vann]I used to work for people, I made a couple hundred dollarsWasn't worth it even, I'm worth a hundred thousandNot dollars but diamonds, I am mud out the bayouRip a page out the Bible, come and crucify meI'm a long way from home and this ain't YellowstoneI trade a white ***** for catfish and yellow bonesThis from the catacombs, this for the broken homesFrom the south side of cities where my granny homeI moved to California, I bring a Grammy homeI call up bill collectors, "leave my *****in' family 'lone"We left the corner store on the way to caviarThe coupe is mustard colored, what the ***** is Grey Poupon?[Verse 2: Kevin Abstract]Young K.A., never quit your day job, uhI bring the love to work, I need the day off, uhI need the [censored], this hard work should pay off, uhThe lights stay off until my mind is made up, uhA young Zuckerberg, I wake up and make stuff, uhThese niggas copy us, they really need to pay us, uhI'm from the city where your neighbors fight backYou talkin' shit, we bring that work right to your lapI love my niggas like white people love rapWe make the shit you'll probably never say on track again[Breakdown: Joba]Walked through doors all my life, just to close themTore down walls all my life, here's to the other sideA whole new life (feeling the brand new feeling, feeling the brand new feeling)A whole new life (feeling the brand new feeling, feeling the brand new feeling)A whole new life (new feeling, brand new feeling, brand new feeling)A whole new life (new feeling, brand new feeling, brand new, brand new, brand new)[Verse 3: Kevin Abstract & Joba](A whole new life)Back then when I was hustling, ain't get no love from them (uh)(A whole new life)I paid my own bills and came up with the illest shit (uh)(A whole new life)I was tryna find a way to get my family out of it (uh)(A whole new life)Spent my days in basements tryna write a mother*****in' hitNowadays he's stumbling, they show such love to himI shut it down to every show, we set the precedentI'm just tryna show these niggas, life is on some other shitKeep your head high, smile when the trouble rumblin'[Verse 4: Matt Champion]I don't do what they say, it's unorthodoxLike bears sharing porridge, just out with GoldilocksLike Ozzy with no Sharon, he'd just call his parentsSo ***** what I'm doing and ***** these damn criticsYou should think for yourself, that shit is cancerousGet my head rubbed by fingers of *****in' hair modelsMiddle finger, ***** the hair up at all our concertsMaybe if I cared less, I'd wear a hair netBut now my eyes, ten million by twenty fiveDropped out of Lone Star, booked flight from Lone StarWas working a couple jobs and quit, became a star, uh
