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"brokie" - bastard! كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
alright, it’s going? jesus
(brokie, your music f_cking sucks)
holy f_ck, 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 b_st_rd

[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 f_ckin’ f_ggot
[verse 3]
i wonder if he’ll ever hear this
can’t really blame him for leaving i’m probably sh_t 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 d_mn tree
but i’m still alive cus even satan can’t stand me
(f_ck!)

- brokie

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