BROCKHAMPTON - DON’T SHOOT UP THE PARTY (Текст и слова песни)

[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]
All-American self-hatred runs deep
White boys all I see whenever I sleep
Niggas ain't [?] a purpose
But I knew [?] before cash ruin me
Colonized minds by masters and slaves
Cause most hate niggas, they like niggas that sing
Homophobic, I tried to gang-bang
I tried to get laid, I had to get paid
Hop on this shit, I land on my feet
In Corpus Christi I got my own street
Running this shit like its a track meet
I had to get back on my feet, seen too many [?]
[?] all-black [?], real nigga still
With the little toys, nigga look, you told me to fail
You are now tuned in baby to the new classic
New machine, keep the beats, keep 'em dancing

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
Don't shoot up the party, don't shoot up the party, please
Don't shoot up thе party, don't shoot up the party, please
Don't shoot up thе party, don't shoot up my-