Lyrics Veldt - brakence

Veldt

Wait
They tell me I’m way too manic
Too busy stanning BROCKHAMPTON and killing choruses
I don’t need to retort
You should consider upping your standards
Or grab your stolen romantic
You can’t compare what’s present to what’s in store
Play this record as frequently as-
Mmm
Okay, it’s happening, everybody stay calm
Yeah
What’s the procedure everyone?
What’s the procedure?
Stay ****ing calm
br-br-brakence
I’m-I'm done asking when the pain gonna stop
All these first impressions got me too afraid to talk, yeah
So I’ma say just what I thought
There is no expression on the face of God (
You are listening to a child at
And please don’t lay me in your box
Coffins make me lazy and in hell I wanna spark, yeah
Don’t wanna wake up in the dark
There is no expression on the face of G-
If you ever catch in fire you should stop, drop, and roll
Woah, on your spine like a little cousin
But take my sweet time when I spit a dozen, yeah
People ask if this my prime
Peek a couple doors right, on sight, only will be stunting
Uh, I just gotta put my mind to something
Pretend I practice on the dollar, but you know I’m bluffing
Money is time, but who needs to pay
When a divine 4 minutes and 59 gonna save me
Weight fades, that’s a moral slate
Need your mother remotivatin' with cordial hate
Ain’t no story, cater to the allegory
Like a hero’s ballad with nothing but a belated date
Zero status with a bullcat bureau
I’m on that full cap quiero
I spiraled down to pose here and say
If I’ma get it, no Novocaine
Better bring the gang with me, I’m a sober man, yeah
Woah, well, I can’t take my time
But it’s been confusing tryna make up my mind
Is this illusion’s trying to live in your eyes?
In your eyes (Woah)
Uh
But lived through it when my voice arose
The path is littered with hurdles taller than coffee
I avoided loads of problems in that skinny body
But my purpose is more than calling my fault
Write in homage
That’s a whole lot
God knows, I promise I’m gon' grow from the hate
Yeah, I feel the love when it goes away
While you’re too golden to care about our decay
Wait
They tell me I’m way too manic
Too busy stanning BROCKHAMPTON and killing choruses
I don’t need to retort
You should consider upping your standards
Or grab your stolen romantic
You can’t compare what’s present to what’s in store
And it’s automatic
I gotta have it, ain’t so static
I’m foreshadowing, it’s about to happen
You mad 'cause I got the advantage no shock tactics
Make reckless abandon a torch against dogmatics, and
I’m-I'm done asking when the pain gonna stop
All these first impressions got me too afraid to talk, yeah
So I’ma say just what I thought
There is no expression on the face of God
And please don’t lay me in your box
Coffins make me lazy and in hell, I wanna spark
Yeah, don’t wanna wake up in the dark
There is no expression on the face of-
I’m done asking when the pain gonna stop
All these first impressions got me too afraid to talk
Yeah, so I’ma say just what I thought
There is no expression on the face of God
And please don’t lay me in your box
Coffins make me lazy and in hell, I wanna spark
Won’t wanna wake up in the dark
There is no expression on the face of God