the light

THE LIGHT (Explicit) - BROCKHAMPTON
Lyrics by：Ian Simpson/Russell Boring/Romil Hemnani/Jabari Manwarring/Jonathan Nunes/Isaiah Merriweather/Baird Acheson/Gabriel Acheson
Composed by：Ian Simpson/Russell Boring/Romil Hemnani /Jabari Manwarring/Jonathan Nunes/Isaiah Merriweather/Baird Acheson/Gabriel Acheson
Joba：
I give my mom so mess
In the same house my dad died in all alone
Tryin not to be paranoid tryin not as theyre calling it
Cause every headline is a reminder that the worlds f**ked
So Im just tryin to see the light
In between the clouds
Still love that sunshine
When I look at myself I see a broken man
Remnants of my pops put the Glock to his head
Nothing ever go as planned couldnt make amends
Forcibly pretend I dont give a d**n
At a loss aimless six feet
Deep suffocatin cant face it
Cant change it aint make it
Master plans by the maker I see no savior
Warped reflection in stainless steel alcohol and pills
Deadly combination left with nothin else to feel
A floral haven hope it was painless I see you in the faces
Places am I making
Reflections off a broken mirror
Fragments of my fear glarin back like 'Whos there '
I cant stand myself beside myself I see you there
I know you care felt numb since September
When I heard the news what Id do to speak one last time
Think I always will be haunted by the image
Of a bloody backdrop skull fragments in the ceilin
Felt your presence in the room heard my mother squealin
Master of disguises ash to ash dust to dust voids behind my eyelids
Blackin out bleedin out silence
Louder than a twisted tongue lion
As sick as our secrets shadow people with needles
Bathin through a peephole
Bedtime stories from purgatory I miss you
For the record I can fly
Around the world absorbing light
Somethings missin deep inside
The light
Kevin Abstract：
Somethin changed in Texas guess I missed the message
Look I missed my exit Im living like a Jetson
I was broke and desperate leanin on my best friends
Only shot callers I was around was bartendin
Aint no love in this game momma this is not tennis
Take your shoes off we just did the carpetin
I could the take the hatin I could take the praisin
Its all noise to me Ill turn into Satan
Yall stuck in The Matrix
Red pill blue pill all these different faces
All these different cases s**t yall done seen me naked
So Ima wear what I want now and I aint finna fake it
Thank God I made it thank God I seen God last summer
I was standing on the bridge I see all yall under me
Know you are struggling n***as out here juggling
Losin jobs well losin God then everything is tumbling
Feel Heaven rumbling the rapture is comin
I love the attention Im a bastard in public
I still struggle with tellin my mom who Im in love with
Subtleties in between where these diamonds gleam
When Thanksgiving come around I still dont see em
When Christmas come around n***a I still dont see em
Told the world who I was before I got to know Ian
To get my people money in exchange for they freedom
I would give it all back for a chance to free em