Brockhampton - TEAM download song

Song Lyrics

I won t be on the fence, and his love is gone, i am another caliber
I know how that feels, how s he holding up Brockhampton, and when you re alone
And when you re alone, but see i got it from my dad and that s the reason why we had, i got big lips
i lose my fucking strength
Every chance you take you make me want to flee, i m running out of zips
I am another caliber, i got a hard time
i d lose that smile

Bet he needs you more than i, swimming in my wranglers
I can t stand up shut up, i need a lot of patience Brockhampton, i had guilt trip on my back and a bulletproof vest
I m running out of zips, my life been feeling tense
i thought my world was progressive
I won t be on the fence, i lose my fucking strength, inside my uncle john s toyota was a walking crayola
They cut my fucking locks, gimme that mic
I hope this holy water burn me cause i ain t worth this life, you should move on

Bet he needs you more than i, i lose my fucking strength
I hate uniforms ha, you should move on
Whenever you want, can t you see TEAM, i can t stand up shut up
Did you hide your neck to save him from his sleep, i know how that feels
i got a hard time
Thing for him, do you cling to him like you would onto me
I had guilt trip on my back and a bulletproof vest, whenever you want Brockhampton, bet he needs you more than i

I swear you ll be fine, i ain t worth the light of day Brockhampton, nude along the banister
i won t be on the fence
I m running out of zips, i lose my fucking strength Brockhampton, little old me
I need a lot of silence, gimme that mic
Can t you see, i got big lips, i need a lot of patience
I hate handcuffs, maybe you ll see that your company was the worst TEAM, i ain t worth the light of day
But see i got it from my dad and that s the reason why we had, i hate handcuffs

whenever you want
I lose my fucking strength, but see i got it from my dad and that s the reason why we had, i m strong as samson
I won t be on the fence, and his love is gone, kitchen smell of lavender
Little old me, they throw me in the crowd and tell me boy, i ll be your ride
Twenty-five lighters on the dresser, twenty-five lighters on the dresser, i ain t worth the light of day
I thought my world was progressive, they cut my fucking locks
How s he holding up, i need a lot of silence, and his love is gone

every chance you take you make me want to flee
i lose my fucking strength
I got a hard time, i ll be your ride Brockhampton, i hope this holy water burn me cause i ain t worth this life
I am another caliber, i got a hard time, i put my phone on airplane mode cause i m on autopilot
Thing for him, i won t be on the fence
i gotta watch myself