Biografía:
Brockhampton es un colectivo musical estadounidense formado en San Marcos, Texas, en 2015 y actualmente con sede en California. Dirigido por Kevin Abstract, Brockhampton se formó parcialmente a través del foro en línea "KanyeToThe", y se define a sí mismo como una banda de chicos. El grupo está formado por los vocalistas Kevin Abstract, Matt Champion, Merlyn Wood y Dom McLennon, los vocalistas / productores Joba y Bearface, y los productores Romil Hemnani
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
for the intro and other parts of the song, this riff is played:
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* = single strum
** = single note
[Intro: Ameer]
(riff throughout)
I ain't the same nigga that I once was
I lost my fucking mind and then I fell in love
I did a bunch of drugs, because I couldn't sleep
I lost a couple months, I chipped my fucking teeth
And there's a couple women, and they know some things
About lies that I done told and shit that I done said
And niggas that I robbed, so I'm real paranoid
I have voices in my head
[Verse: MERLYN]
C F
Hi, my name is Merlyn, I just applied for food stamps
Am
I just moved to California, with my boy band
C F
Dropped out of a good school, hippies in my commune
Am
I left 'fore the rent was due, used to want a briefcase
C F
And a short commute, used to wanna sell coke
Am
And whip an Audi coupe, crazy if I did that
C
Wouldn't be talking to you
F Am
Walking through the pit falls of a college student
C F
Crazy how you get them letters and that make you feel accepted
Am
Til you walking 'round the campus and you the only African
C F
Nobody with passion, just cats that take direction well
Am
Take acid trips to find themselves, well...
[Hook: Kevin]
C F Am
I gotta get better at being me
(Being who I am)
C F Am
I gotta get better at everything
(Being who I am)
C F Am
I just want a friend that I can hang out with
(Being who I am)
C F Am
Someone I can sit around, lay on my couch with
(Being who I am)
[Verse 3: Kevin]
(riff)
Ever since I moved out, I've been broke
(riff)
Ever since I grew up, I've been ugly
C F Am
Ooh, I need get me some dollar, dollar, dollar bills y'all
C F Am
Ever since I left my momma house, I've been mad as hell at the world
C F Am
Sometimes you don't gotta rhyme when you feel it
C F Am
Sometimes I barely ever feel a fucking thang
C F Am
Sometimes I wish that my fucking phone would fucking ring
And go off, and wake a nigga up
C F
I'm used to being sad and I'm used to being down
Am
I'm used to being used, I miss my boy being around
[Hook: Kevin]
C F Am
I gotta get better at being me
(Being who I am)
C F Am
I gotta get better at everything
(Being who I am)
C F Am
I just want a friend that I can hang out with
(Being who I am)
C F Am
Someone I can sit around, lay on my couch with
(Being who I am)
[Bridge: Matt]
C* F*
Droppin' all I got on this one day
Am*
I just wanna be somebody someday
C* F*
Droppin' all I got on this one way
Am*
I just wanna be somebody someday
C F
Droppin' all I got on this one day
Am
I just wanna be somebody someday
C F
Droppin' all I got on this one way
Am
I just wanna be somebody someday
[Hook: Kevin]
C F Am
I gotta get better at being me
(Being who I am)
C F Am
I gotta get better at everything
(Being who I am)
C F Am
I just want a friend that I can hang out with
(Being who I am)
C F Am
Someone I can sit around, lay on my couch with
(Being who I am)
[Outro: Dom]
C* F*
I'm trying to look for motivation of smaller things
Am*
But baby steps to my atonement when I foster dreams
C* F*
I've been told I'm too transparent with my thoughts sometimes
Am*
So I wrote songs until they pass, and I can fall in line
C* F*
I fell apart the moment that you thought you found yourself
Am*
Cause I knew at that point, I couldn't be in the equation anymore
C* F*
But moving on with open, broken hearts
Am*
Will show you everything you need to see about yourself to start moving forward
C* F* Am*
So many things I wanna say that I'm not sure need to be known
C*
But everybody swears they fucking know me
F* Am*
So why, don't I lay every card I'm holding on the table?
C*
At that point I wonder what they'd show me
F* Am*
I almost lost my father, still surreal for me to think about
C*
Considering how many of my friends have lost theirs
F* Am*
I never know if what I'm saying is the right thing
C*
If not, I'm ready more than ever for the crosshairs
F*
It's all fair when it's not you
Am*
Some people have angels, what if only shadows follow you?
C* F*
And all the ghosts inside that seem to hollow you
Am*
The branches of the weeping willow start to swallow you
C** F**
And then you realize you're exactly where you're supposed to be
A** C** F** A**
The horizon clears, you wipe the tears
N.C
And all the skeletons are ready for your story
e|-----------------|
B|-----------------|
G|-----2-------2---|
D|---2---2---2---2-|
A|-3-------3-------|
E|-----------------|
repeat this anytime ive marked 'riff'
* = single strum
** = single note
[Intro: Ameer]
(riff throughout)
I ain't the same nigga that I once was
I lost my fucking mind and then I fell in love
I did a bunch of drugs, because I couldn't sleep
I lost a couple months, I chipped my fucking teeth
And there's a couple women, and they know some things
About lies that I done told and shit that I done said
And niggas that I robbed, so I'm real paranoid
I have voices in my head
[Verse: MERLYN]
C F
Hi, my name is Merlyn, I just applied for food stamps
Am
I just moved to California, with my boy band
C F
Dropped out of a good school, hippies in my commune
Am
I left 'fore the rent was due, used to want a briefcase
C F
And a short commute, used to wanna sell coke
Am
And whip an Audi coupe, crazy if I did that
C
Wouldn't be talking to you
F Am
Walking through the pit falls of a college student
C F
Crazy how you get them letters and that make you feel accepted
Am
Til you walking 'round the campus and you the only African
C F
Nobody with passion, just cats that take direction well
Am
Take acid trips to find themselves, well...
[Hook: Kevin]
C F Am
I gotta get better at being me
(Being who I am)
C F Am
I gotta get better at everything
(Being who I am)
C F Am
I just want a friend that I can hang out with
(Being who I am)
C F Am
Someone I can sit around, lay on my couch with
(Being who I am)
[Verse 3: Kevin]
(riff)
Ever since I moved out, I've been broke
(riff)
Ever since I grew up, I've been ugly
C F Am
Ooh, I need get me some dollar, dollar, dollar bills y'all
C F Am
Ever since I left my momma house, I've been mad as hell at the world
C F Am
Sometimes you don't gotta rhyme when you feel it
C F Am
Sometimes I barely ever feel a fucking thang
C F Am
Sometimes I wish that my fucking phone would fucking ring
And go off, and wake a nigga up
C F
I'm used to being sad and I'm used to being down
Am
I'm used to being used, I miss my boy being around
[Hook: Kevin]
C F Am
I gotta get better at being me
(Being who I am)
C F Am
I gotta get better at everything
(Being who I am)
C F Am
I just want a friend that I can hang out with
(Being who I am)
C F Am
Someone I can sit around, lay on my couch with
(Being who I am)
[Bridge: Matt]
C* F*
Droppin' all I got on this one day
Am*
I just wanna be somebody someday
C* F*
Droppin' all I got on this one way
Am*
I just wanna be somebody someday
C F
Droppin' all I got on this one day
Am
I just wanna be somebody someday
C F
Droppin' all I got on this one way
Am
I just wanna be somebody someday
[Hook: Kevin]
C F Am
I gotta get better at being me
(Being who I am)
C F Am
I gotta get better at everything
(Being who I am)
C F Am
I just want a friend that I can hang out with
(Being who I am)
C F Am
Someone I can sit around, lay on my couch with
(Being who I am)
[Outro: Dom]
C* F*
I'm trying to look for motivation of smaller things
Am*
But baby steps to my atonement when I foster dreams
C* F*
I've been told I'm too transparent with my thoughts sometimes
Am*
So I wrote songs until they pass, and I can fall in line
C* F*
I fell apart the moment that you thought you found yourself
Am*
Cause I knew at that point, I couldn't be in the equation anymore
C* F*
But moving on with open, broken hearts
Am*
Will show you everything you need to see about yourself to start moving forward
C* F* Am*
So many things I wanna say that I'm not sure need to be known
C*
But everybody swears they fucking know me
F* Am*
So why, don't I lay every card I'm holding on the table?
C*
At that point I wonder what they'd show me
F* Am*
I almost lost my father, still surreal for me to think about
C*
Considering how many of my friends have lost theirs
F* Am*
I never know if what I'm saying is the right thing
C*
If not, I'm ready more than ever for the crosshairs
F*
It's all fair when it's not you
Am*
Some people have angels, what if only shadows follow you?
C* F*
And all the ghosts inside that seem to hollow you
Am*
The branches of the weeping willow start to swallow you
C** F**
And then you realize you're exactly where you're supposed to be
A** C** F** A**
The horizon clears, you wipe the tears
N.C
And all the skeletons are ready for your story
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