Lyrical Breakdown of HURTIN MY WRIST - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how BROCKHAMPTON weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "HURTIN MY WRIST" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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This that down South Nebsly music
This that Whitney Houston, museum, movin' music
That that Nesbly girl ain't used to
I'm made this album for nebly and I suppose that
Im just waiting for the day she hear me play at Coachella
I took a stack, made a rap and I ain't never look better
It made me happy when bae Nesbly wanna come to the shows
'Cause I made her all these songs and now she know every word
All my friends yeah they suck but I'm going berserk
'Cause Im spazzing on these songs and all the girls wanna twerk
And I love doin work, I wanna buy Nub some fur
I bought a purse for her today now all her friends wanna stare
Oh, your boyfriend a rapper? Is he Lil Uzi Vert? Nah, my boyfriend is gay
And they think he a gimmick
How the freak I'm a gimmick? If I'm up at the clinic
Gettin' tested 'cause I spaz hard so motherfreaking often
My opps better calm me down before I motherfrickin' toss 'em
Nesbly my girl, Nesbly my chick
And I got diamonds that's all on her wrist
I hit record and make songs by myself
I need some more time to find more of myself
Nesbly my girl, Nesbly my chick
And I got diamonds that's all on her wrist
I hit record and make songs by myself
I need some more time to find more of myself
I'm making all these tracks and making Nesbly go wow
Playing them round the town, making the world go round
Showing them what I found, cuz she so astounding
And I'ma go sing, cuz Nebsly is my thing
And she got a fling that make her worth a big diamond ring
That's not just on her wrist, I got an assist
From nesbly girl, who wanna go twirl
Cuz she make me happy
She make me wanna go flappy
When I'm with her I'm comfy and nappy
Aye, aye, aye
She so majestic riding that horse
The album cover heat cuz she is the source
Of all my joys in all of my daily
She my happiness, she is my baby
She flows well like water, there is no one hotter
Than her cuz she a scholar and you know that I'm a baller
Swimming in money, my girlfriend she love me
She pay me in hundreds or pay me in gold
Nesbly my girl, Nesbly my chick
And I got diamonds that's hurtin' my wrist
I feel alone, I don't feel peace in my soul
I don't feel love anymore-where did it go
I got a heart and then filled it with holes
Dipped it with glitter and gold
I wanna die, but it's some stuff I should buy
Feelin' so empty inside
The more that I get, the less I can feel
The more that I sleep, the more I forget
I hit the road with girl in my whip
Uh, uh, uh, ah
Nebsly my girl, Nesbly my chick
And I got diamonds that's hittin' her wrist
I hit record and make fire by myself
I need some more time to find more of myself
Nebsly my girl, Nesbly my chick
And I got diamonds that's hittin' her wrist
I hit record and make fire by myself
I need some more time to find more of myself
"I'm at the airport-"
"I'm at the airport-"
Now Nesbly, what's the word
I got a thousand-dollar one-way train to Luxembourg
I'm drinkin' water with no ice, I feel my mouth it burn
I made a life I want, I know that make your stomach turn
We sprinting slowly towards our ending, how will you submerge
I'm drownin' daily in my seat that's why my dreams absurd
I'm noddin' out behind the wheel, don't know 'bout who concerned