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Wake Up Call
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BROCKHAMPTON
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Lyrics from Snippets You don't have to say no more, you don't have to say no more You gon' have to close that door, f**kin' on the hotel floor I think I need a wake-up call, yeah, that might save us all Why do we risk it all for some bullsh*t? That's what I'm tellin' myself (Yeah) Still gettin' high by myself (Yeah) f**kin' these n***as in Dallas (Still) Still think I'm bi, 'cause she will (Will) Switchin' lanes, insurance (Uh) Brought down my endurance (Yeah) Bounty worth that journey (Yeah) See what I heard, changin' my ways I felt like that new, huh (No, no more) You don't have to say no more, you don't have to say no more You gon' have to close that door, f**kin' on the hotel floor I think I need a wake-up call, yeah, that might save us all Why do we risk it all for some bullsh*t? That's what I'm tellin' myself I'm getting high by myself (I'm getting high), yeah Arch it up like St. Louis (Arch it like St. Louis) I see the curts, made me clueless, uh Pretty back skirt on the curtain (On that curtain) She layin' back, watch it [?] (Watch it [?]) Usin' her legs without talkin' (Without talkin') Y'all like that feeling of marble A little too cold on the knees, uh (Ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh) Shooting in time to one team (Ooh, ooh) I see the tip through the jeans, huh Now it gets cold when you speak, huh Sped up and got in-between, yeah Love layin' back when I life I'm in the back for the b*t*h She finna ride with a b*t*h Speaking, I'll rock with that b*t*h (b*t*h) You don't have to say no more, you ain't gotta say no more, yeah You gon' have to close that door, f**kin' on the hotel floor I think we need a wake-up call, yeah, it might save us all Why do we risk it all for some bullsh*t? First things, f**kin' with the lights on (With the lights on) Yeah, I'll be fine in the morn' Ho-ho-ho, b*t*h, I'm santa I just know your girl, I'm at her address No, these hoe-hoe-hoes, oh no-no-no She a ho-ho-ho, but her name Merlyn Heard your dare friend, pulled up in her basement I went, "No-no-no," ain't no Merlyn Then she let me in, her backdoor-door-door-door I'm supposed to see your girl and her anus She pulled the gift out my pants while I get breakfast I took her cookies back in Indiana I been gettin' to the cash bro, you cannot tell I been eatin' good, why they call it brisket Oh, that's your girl? Don't ever play yourself Now my genitals in her, it's in pair with Merlyn I been gettin' to the cash, like cereal I'm serious
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