THUG LIFE - BROCKHAMPTON

I gotta get that bag

It’s a thug life, it’s a thug life

I gotta get that bag (Run, sha-na-na-na-na-sha-ah)

It’s a thug life (La-da-da-da)

It’s a thug life (It's a, oh-uh-oh)

Ooh-ah (Sha-na-na-na-na-na-sha-ah)

La-da-da-da (It's a— ooh-uh-oh)

Try to treat man like baby

Feel the teeth sink in like rabies

Boy you know you don’t look fly

Dem gold chains turn your neck green, bye

Ah ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah ah

Ah ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah ah

Ah ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah ah

Ah ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah ah

It’s different reconciling with skeletons I ain’t know I possessed

I sought perfection out in ways I no longer accept

I understand what I neglect in times when I obsess

I’m learning to confess, this fate is harder to digest

The biggest threat I’m up against is who I face in my reflection

Depression still an uninvited guest I’m always accepting

Can’t help but meet the feeling with a familiar embrace

When I know that it’ll kill me if I give into my brain

I see the shadows inside, they ten feet tall with no eyes

They put my head in the water and it’s so beautiful under

The sun reflecting off the corals, colors I can’t describe

To make the darkness divine

Sha-na-na-na-na-sha-ah

(La-da-da-da) It’s a, oh-uh-oh

Ooh-ah

Sha-na-na-na-na-sha-ah

(La-da-da-da) It’s a, oh-uh-oh

Ooh-ah

Sha-na-na-na-na-sha-ah