Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song CANNON, artist - BROCKHAMPTON. Date of issue: 31.01.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
CANNON |
| This is everything I ever wanted though |
| Dreamin' of a candy store |
| Brother couldn’t tell me no, no |
| So I need moments where I could be left alone |
| Yeah, she let me ride along |
| To a place where I belong, woah, no |
| If you niggas ever get your money right |
| Would you still be robbing niggas? |
| Would you still be lying to yo mom and them |
| Don’t you know I do this for your family? |
| Cause mine ain’t believe in me |
| Left my hood so easily |
| Eat, sleep, wash sheets, repeat |
| Watch teachers teach |
| High and on the damn sidelines where the bleachers be |
| Always feel like city streets, wish I was back in my sheets, shit |
| Most days I don’t wanna be me, shit |
| Don’t watch this, teens watch TV, shit |
| My own family look like some OG shit |
| Shoutout my hood, they racist as hell, shit |
| I’m 'bout my papers like some damn immigrants, bitch |
| One day I’mma get my bread up |
| All my real niggas been fed up |
| One day I’mma get my bread up |
| All my real niggas still fed up |
| One day I’mma get my bread up |
| All my real niggas been fed up |
| One day I’mma get my bread up |
| All my real niggas been set up |
| I cannot explain it |
| Dropped down to my knees beneath the stars and started praying |
| Life put me here for a reason, I am not complaining |
| Look me in my eyes, I’m not here for your entertainment |
| Do you follow? |
| I ain’t here as your role model |
| That pill is way too big to swallow |
| I hollowed out my path |
| Borrow all my sorrow but don’t expect me to take it back |
| I been dripping candy paint |
| Grew up Willow Avenue |
| Turned a right on Yellowstone |
| You see what them players do |
| So I chuck the deuce who make us home to Herschelwood |
| Shout out to my cousin Mo |
| He got off a prison sentence |
| Lock him in a penitentiary |
| He ain’t takin' niggas with him |
| Or his daughter either |
| So send the lord to keep her |
| 'Cause the police killin' fathers |
| Man, it hard to keep 'em |
| And that’s what’s in my blood |
| Besides the oil and reefer |
| I’m in the black slab |
| Tryna catch the reaper |
| It’s a four inside my cup |
| I crack the seal and fill it |
| It’s a hole inside me |
| I try to pour and fill it |
| But in the bottom, another monster |
| There’s somethin' with it |
| I’m still that little nigga |
| With the little twisties |
| Waitin' for the bus and I just missed it |
| That’s why I’m still hungry |
| Why you robbin' niggas? |
| That’s why I dream bigger, fuck a couple dollars |
| I want a hundred million |
| And one for all my niggas |
| And twenty for my mama, she need some bigger ceilings |
| I’m waiting on the birds to call me I, fly |
| I’m waiting on the birds to call me I, fly |
| Oh, ay, oh, ay |
| I’m waiting on the birds to call me I, fly |
| I’m waiting on the birds to call me I, fly |
| Oh, ay, oh, ay |
| I’m waiting on the birds to call me I, fly |
| I’m waiting on the birds to call me I, fly |
| Oh, ay, oh, ay |
| I’m waiting on the birds to call me I, fly |
| I’m waiting on the birds to call me I, fly |
| Oh, ay, oh, ay |
| I’m waiting on |
| One day I’mma get my bread up |
| All my real niggas been fed up |
| One day I’mma get my bread up |
| All my real niggas been fed up |