JOHNNY

**JOHNNY** is the third track on BROCKHAMPTON's third studio album, SATURATION III.

## General information

### Studio

Brockhampton Factory (Van Nuys, California)

### Songwriter(s)

Jabari Manwa, Kiko Merley, Matt Champion, Romil Hemnani, Ameer Vann, JOBA, Dom McLennon, & Kevin Abstract

### Producer(s)

Romil Hemnani

**[Intro: Kevin Abstract]**

When I imagine myself on acid

I take step backwards and find dose to lap itself

Giving daps and pounds around

My town to those who had the crown

Don't—Don't—Don't—Don't let life pass yourself

When I imagine myself on acid

I take step backwards and find dose to lap itself

Giving daps and pounds around

My town to those who had the crown

Don't—Don't—Don't—Don't let life pass yourself

**[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]**

I could've got a job at McDonald's, but I like curly fries

That's a metaphor for my life, and I like taller guys

Could've got a deal if I wanted, but I like owning shit

And I like making shit, and I like selling it

**[Verse 2: Dom McLennon]**

Could've peaked when I was in high school, but I had bigger plans

Could've took the time out to find you, but you ain't understand

You don't gotta leave for them to define you, 'cause what could you demand?

When everybody out to define you without a circumstance

**[Verse 3: Kevin Abstract]**

Anybody got Harry Styles' phone number?

Okay, I called him, and they said I got the wrong number

I was tryna be Pac when I was younger, dreaming of better days

I don't see my mom no more, remind me of bad weather days

**[Verse 4: Ameer Vann]**

If you got a problem with me, try some other guy

I let you know I'm a dog, I eat the cat alive

But really, though, I'm alone, 'cause I don't stick around

And yes, I know it's my fault, so put your finger down

**[Verse 5: Matt Champion]**

I would keep this shit pent up if it weren't for my mom

If it weren't for Dijon

Yeah, I don't like to lie, guess it sound out the months

Should've opened up my mouth more, show 'em what my fist for

Let 'em get a fistful, caught up in the lust, man

Red running man, script killers on bedstand

Black eyes, bloody sheet, bare where your feet stand

We should get a new plan, maybe some more fans

**[Pre-Chorus: Kevin Abstract]**

I love it when the people go wild for me

I love it when the people go wild for me

I love it when the people go wild for me

Keep it wild for me, wild, wild, homie

I love it when the people go wild for me

I love it when the people go wild for me

I love it when the people go wild for me

Keep it wild for me, wild, wild, homie

**[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]**

Baby, I been trippin' off 'em, tie me up and send 'em off

And I been on a mission for it, I just want my own apartment

I just want a space with my old best friend

Lock me in your cellular, won't elevate again

Baby, I been trippin' off 'em, tie me up and send 'em off

And I been on a mission for it, I just want my own apartment

I just want a space with my old best friend

Lock me in your cellular, won't elevate again

**[Verse 6: Joba]**

I'm a shithead son, and I'm bad at growing up

I'm a shithead son, and I'm bad at growing up

My life ain't been the same since my dog died, since my girl left

I quit drinking and drugging and still can't get ahead

Been at a loss for words

It seems I'm destined to fall apart when I'm depressed

It's all a test, scream at God from my bedside

I glue my hands together, life's got me hog-tied

There's no applause in the game of life, I just bought a car

And a new house, here's the cost to prove it

I spin a little wheel when I'm feelin' moody

And that's like all the time, try not to mind the clock

Because my heart is ticking, I smoke a pack a day and

I wish I didn't, having some trouble quittin'

I have a couple vices, we had that show on Viceland

I was hardly in it, most the time, I'm hidden

Anxious, impatient and always wanting something different

I hate the way I'm feeling, I'm sick of chasing feelings

**[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]**

Baby, I been trippin' off 'em, tie me up and send 'em off

And I been on a mission for it, I just want my own apartment

I just want a space with my old best friend

Lock me in your cellular, won't elevate again

Baby, I been trippin' off 'em, tie me up and send 'em off

And I been on a mission for it, I just want my own apartment

I just want a space with my old best friend

Lock me in your cellular, won't elevate again

## Trivia

* This track would go on to be interpolated on BROCKHAMPTON's next album, Iridescence, on the track "DISTRICT".