Bastard!
"BROKIE"
GENRE
[Intro]
Alright, it's going? Jesus
(Brokie, your music fucking sucks)
Holy fuck, I am not prepared, okay haha
[Verse 1]
Wake up, and I'm throwin up my chest boy
Dancin' though my kitchen as I stumble out the back door
Chillin' with my bros today like what else could I ask for
We dripped in all black, we steady lookin' like a task force
Prolly do graffiti, writing compliments and bad words
And maybe get some boba or some coffee to chillax first
Writing in my notes a couple acronyms and adverbs
About me being lonely or grieving that I'm a bastard
[Verse 2]
Oh of course classic
Can never vent [?] when it comes to rapping
I got this weight up on my chest, feels like my bones are cracking
But this ain't the typе of weight that goes away with silencе
I miss my father but I never ask him
Oh why he left cus if I did he probably wouldn't answer
Never giving me calls, it feels like he vanished
Don't even know, I make music or if I'm a fuckin' faggot
[Verse 3]
I wonder if he'll ever hear this
Can't really blame him for leaving I'm probably shit to deal with
Was never sleeping at night, always staring at ceilings
Always gettin' in fights, never got in my feelings
Years later, now I can't sleep
I started drinking now I'm sippin' out this canteen
I tried to hang my self a new hole on a damn tree
But I'm still alive cus even satan can't stand me
(Fuck!)
Alright, it's going? Jesus
(Brokie, your music fucking sucks)
Holy fuck, I am not prepared, okay haha
[Verse 1]
Wake up, and I'm throwin up my chest boy
Dancin' though my kitchen as I stumble out the back door
Chillin' with my bros today like what else could I ask for
We dripped in all black, we steady lookin' like a task force
Prolly do graffiti, writing compliments and bad words
And maybe get some boba or some coffee to chillax first
Writing in my notes a couple acronyms and adverbs
About me being lonely or grieving that I'm a bastard
[Verse 2]
Oh of course classic
Can never vent [?] when it comes to rapping
I got this weight up on my chest, feels like my bones are cracking
But this ain't the typе of weight that goes away with silencе
I miss my father but I never ask him
Oh why he left cus if I did he probably wouldn't answer
Never giving me calls, it feels like he vanished
Don't even know, I make music or if I'm a fuckin' faggot
[Verse 3]
I wonder if he'll ever hear this
Can't really blame him for leaving I'm probably shit to deal with
Was never sleeping at night, always staring at ceilings
Always gettin' in fights, never got in my feelings
Years later, now I can't sleep
I started drinking now I'm sippin' out this canteen
I tried to hang my self a new hole on a damn tree
But I'm still alive cus even satan can't stand me
(Fuck!)
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