Juniper – Concrete Ocean Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I looked down on
A concrete ocean
With no notion
Of where I’m going

[Chorus]
I’m far away
From those
That I call home
There’s no one else on my Abbey Road

[Verse 2]
And when I drown
May it be in loneliness
We’ve already gone over this
And it feels so empty

[Chorus]
I’m far away
From those
That I call home
There’s no one else on my Abbey Road

[Verse 3]
I stand in the tow zone
Who the f**k talks to me anymore

[Chorus]
I’m far away
From those
That I call home
There’s no one else on my Abbey Road
And I feel slow

[Bridge]
(Vocalizing)

[Outro]
I looked down on
A concrete ocean
With no notion
Of where I’m going

Jaden – Distant Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’m staring at a butterfly in the sky (In the sky)
And the stars, waiting for the sun to rise
There she lies, in my arms
I’m a sucker for the summer nights, girl
Getting high on the farm
Let’s live it up ’cause I don’t wanna die (Don’t wanna die)

[Refrain]
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, hmm
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, hmm

[Verse 2]
Soft skin like moonstones, woah, woah
Tequila got me too close now, woah, ooh
Sunrise, sunrise, sunrise
I’ma tell a story, I can summarize
In my head, I said I **** you like a hundred times
Let the bus take you home, f**k a Uber ride
Girl I’m too excited, what it do tonight?
I would stay with you right now, I got this stupid flight
Girl, I wanna see, do you wanna get me
Or do we have a thing?
I call, you don’t ring, I got too many rings

[Refrain]
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, hmm

[Verse 3]
I don’t know if you want me, girl there’s a lot of us
You been doin’ things, yeah we proud of ya
Been puttin’ in that work, like that body does
They get on the bus, you better ride with us
You better ride with us (You better ride)
(Oh, oh-ah, hold me tight
All those nights I cried, I don’t know why)

[Verse 4]
All issues disappear soon as I can cough
No soft tissues, my tears fell and froze
Now my collarbone’s all crystals
A small gesture goes a long way in this dark prism
Your stare’s a silent pistol, the boy was your only victim
Like you’re so freakin’ far out of my league, I been really trippin’
I forgot how we was livin’, my niggas just got evicted
I picked a golden pencil out my pocket and gettin’ busy
They told me it’s all written
I been on tour, rollin’ ****
On the bus and I’m sittin’, really just reminiscing
Like one day, she’ll get the vision
When I build her the house with all the glass and the marble kitchen
‘Til then, we retrofittin’ the Honda Civic
And whippin’ the X through the city
Eatin’ pasta at the Commons like it’s my business
Promise I’m God’s witness, and you a goddess
Birthday’s coming up
My niggas said don’t get you nothing too expensive
You say it’s too expected
If it was up to me, I’d put the rose petals down for you, girl
At your every entrance
Flex is too extensive, sometimes it get offensive
So in reality, I’m in the cut of the club with my jaw clenched
And tinted lenses, even more expected, f**k
She said, “I love our friendship”
My heart dropped when I saw you sent it
And if you ever got a sign from my eyes, girl just know I meant it
I just wish that night never ended, f**k

[Chorus]
‘Cause girl, if it’s up to me, it’s up to me, you’re mine
But I just think you and me might really need some time
‘Cause we can’t base our whole damn life off just one night
If you say that we’re just friends, I say you’re right
(The water flooded the ocean)
Oh, oh
(Let’s run away
Don’t worry about the end, I’ll see you soon)

[Outro]
Down by home, I’ve seen this road before
I don’t know if your soul can pay the toll
Down by home, I’ve seen this road before
I don’t know if your soul can pay the toll
Down by home, I’ve seen this road before
(We only met one night, but in our future I saw a thousand lives)
I don’t know
(Fingertips felt down your back ’til I found your spine, am I still alive?)
If your soul can pay the toll
(Vilified by my sinful eyes
When I leave your side I begin to cry, I’m traumatized
Long strolls behind Abbey Road
We’re so cold that the autumn died, it’s all in the eyes)
Down by home
(It’s probably how I find the way
That you standing through space and time, a contortion of ions)
I’ve seen this road before
(The way that I see it, the way that you sleeping
For me there’s no portion of lying, absorbed in the nightfall)
I don’t know
(Let bygones be bygones
So I crawl home with no shoulder to cry on)
If your soul can pay the toll
(No crushing ****, no houses send flowers)
Syre cried a flowing river into the valley where the sun set for hours
And on the banks of these rivers, these poems were written for miles
About the boy who chased the sunset in his unsettling trials

BROCKHAMPTON – J’OUVERT lyrics

Take it all or leave it
I feel you

[Verse 1: Matt Champion]
When there’s a rough patch, don’t eye for the parachute
They goin’ AWOL the second that the light goes on
This a treat ain’t it, soon as she hit the powder room
I pull it back and check my rose, and yeah, I’m ’bout to bloom
It’s that ’90 raised from hell shit, parlay like when the lane switch
Combat how you feel, strobe light, I hit the killswitch
Neck twist like Exorcist, I’ma see you ’round
‘Cause tonight’s the night I’m losin’ all I’m doin’, I’m about this

[Chorus: Joba]
White cuffs, wood grain
Money in the suitcase on my way to the bank
White cuffs, wood grain
Money in the suitcase on my way to the bank
On my way to the bank, on my way to the bank
On my way to the bank, bank, bank, suitcase
On my way to the bank, on my way to the bank
On my way to the bank

[Verse 2: Joba]
‘Til the casket drops, I will play God
Fuck the world, let’s start a riot
Got too much too quick
God damn, I’m feeling sick, bitch, call the doctor
Don’t act like I ain’t been dead to ya’
Don’t act like I ain’t deserve this shit
Couldn’t last a day inside my head
That’s why I did the drugs I did
Got issues with these motherfuckers
Looking down from they pedestals
From that petty view, on that petty shit
Pray for peace with a knife in my hand
Speak my piece like a gun to my head
Come equipped just to blast this shit
Misunderstood since birth
Fuck what you think, and fuck what you heard
I feel betrayed, you can keep the praise
And all of the fuck shit, need to get away
Still ain’t got the fright to the fickle-minded people
I thought I knew better, wish I knew better
Should have known better, wish that I was better
At dealing with the fame and you fake motherfuckers
Guess I’m too real

[Interlude: Lavaman]
Excuse we, let we pass, rum is the gas
We ain’t play nice, little guy
Doh blame meh, blame di rum, no t—

[Verse 3: Merlyn Wood, Lavaman]
I be in my bag, (excuse we) goin’ in (let we pass)
Guess who isn’t built for this, man?
Me and my thugs built for this, man
We goin’ for the gifts and the grams
I be in my bag, (excuse we) goin’ in (let we pass)
Smokin’ all the grams in this bag
Man, you isn’t built for this, man
Run it like the gingerbread man
Fuck that shit, stay hydrated nigga
I’ma let that bitch go home, kiss my momma, wassup?
Wassup?
Black power fist hangin’ from my black ‘fro
Yo, she saw me in that cereal, she want to lick a Oreo, damn
Break the dam when I spit the flow
I’m on the lam like the fuckin’ wool
Hoppin’ out the van, I’m at Abbey Road
Fans with cameras in the bathroom, man that’s difficult
I just wanna smoke a Backwoods by my lovely self
Chill, watch numbers go up, book off the shelf
I found myself and put my face on a missing shirt
I dropped out with no promise that this shit would
(That this shit would work, work, work
Work, work, work, work)
(Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work)

[Bridge: bearface]
With the dogs, in my ride know the doors suicide
Paranoid, do or die, you should know we never lie
With the dogs, in my ride, know the doors suicide
Paranoid, do or die, you should know we never lie
Pull up with the racks to your shop
Cop a medallion or 3, I’m the don
Zim, zim, zim out the bim, get shot
One mill, two mill, three, that’s a lot
Damn

[Chorus: Joba]
White cuffs, wood grain
Money in the suitcase on my way to the bank
White cuffs, wood grain
Money in the suitcase on my way to the bank
On my way to the bank, on my way to the bank
On my way to the bank, bank, bank, suitcase
On my way to the bank, on my way to the bank
On my way to the bank, bank, bank

Saba – There You Go (On A Colors Show) (Live)

[Verse 1: Saba]
I’m butter like Leopold
Look, I tell em to keep it low
I put all my people on
Fuck, whoever be opposed
Im in a deeper zone than on my last one
Run all of it backwards, you punt
I chose to go for it was in the corridor
Now I’m on choruses (uh)
I can never fold
I’m ’bout my coin like the laundry tho’
I get my paper then adios
Youngin’ with bars like a audy home
Saba but well known like sabido
Sober but got off a addy doe
I tell the truth on like every song
I drop a classic that’s Abbey Road
You can add ’em up
Two under my belt like I’m fat as fuck
You begging for help like you had enough
We really not into that acting tough
Im really myself in this
Im like a out west philanthropist
I write my songs with no cannibis
I’m in the bay bitch I’m tapping in
I coulda made what you made if I signed
I’m a independent young black men
I’m at yo head that’s a CAT scan
Not here to kick it no Jack Chan
Random shoutout to my black fans
Listening to it and yelling out pivot
I’m partially studious, partially ignorant
I’m not here for the 15 minutes
All my team is winning, Imma need a minute

[Hook: Saba]
Yeah this nigga musta lost his fucking head, nigga
Where it go?
Where it go?
Where it go?
Where it go?
(Oh)
Since high school I lost all my fucking friends, nigga
Where they go?
Where they go?
Where they go?
Where they go?
(Oh)
They point to the lame in the year book and be like
There you go
There you go
There you go
There you go!
I guess it’s funny cuz I’m pretty much the man now nigga every
Where I go
Where I go
Where I go
(Oh, oh)

[Verse 2: Saba]
Not to be cocky but it’s a reason they copy me
Copy machine epson, they salty they seasoning
How many times must I do something completely
Out of the seemingly simple
You sceney boy, y’all done seen me
Funny thought y’all was competing
I Petey Pablo my block tho
I raise it up like it raised me
I’m talking clickers and killers
We come from customers daily
I Barnes and noble these pages
My boy from noble he famous
Half of my boys is on papers
The other half on them stages
Yeah I’m sick as the stage IV
Take back the mixing you paid for
You should return all your beats to who made em
Because that was not what they made for
I take my words and I wage war
I’m the best out I can assure
I can guarantee it, I just let it be it
I just say less while they say more
I stand my ground like on a fort
Winning because I am a sore-
Loser I maneuver like commuters
The water prolly bluer in the sewer
They want you to drink it like a brewer
You just blew ya chance like you were Bueller
And ya interest, perfect attendance
Was on the bus but now I’m on the tour

[Hook: Saba]
Yeah this nigga musta lost his fucking head, nigga
Where it go?
Where it go?
Where it go?
Where it go?
(Oh)
Since high school I lost all my fucking friends, nigga
Where they go?
Where they go?
Where they go?
Where they go?
(Oh)
They point to the lame in the year book and be like
There you go
There you go
There you go
There you go!
I guess it’s funny cuz I’m pretty much the man now nigga every
Where I go
Where I go
Where I go
(Oh, oh)

[Outro: Saba]
Yeah there you go (4x)
Yeah there you go (4x)
"Remember that shit? Aye, what up Walt?"
There you go (4x)
Aye aye yeah Pivot Pivot gang