bast*rd! lyrics

[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 bast*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' faggot
[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 damn tree
But I'm still alive cus even Satan can't stand me
(f*ck!)