My Brother (Bonus Track)
Came to see the show
You already know
Let's just go
R.I.P. to my bro, my blood brother, too
Haven't talked to him in years
I'm just coming to say..
Wish him happy birthday, got nothing back in my ear
Keep telling me it's my year
I put up a battle, I've been facing my fears
Yeah, I'm soft
Ain't mean I'm a queer and a quitter either
I started some shit, I'm gonna finish it, finish line
Started morphing this a little bit
It's all right
TikTok, gotta check the time
1111999
Guess it's a sign
Does the puzzle fit
Crack the code
Cody's birthday, 6-2-9
Balance the equation
Call me a snitch, a rat with no wings
They got snip
No bat
Searching for answers
Won't give up until I find
666-1099
Switch
Anyone brave enough to look in my eyes
I sigh
Clothing you'd rather buy
Fulfilling the empty space in your soul
Why don't you smoke another bowl, bro
Numbing that shit
Memory takes a toll
Shit on my peers, I follow their juice
Guess I'm just a troll
Maybe a giant
Free 5-0 to my phone bowl
I'm just dumb
Everyone trying to cut off my tongue
Block me
Doesn't affect me anymore, I'm numb
Stay in a motion
Still though, is it working
8-2-1-5 on the table
I've been perking
Shadows in my room, I'm lurking
Could it be the ghost of my past
Look around, relapse, see the drugs saved me
Keep an eye on us
Wonder why I'm lazy
Feeling like Spiderman
Am I amazing
Don't fuck with no one unless they pay me
Whup you up real quick, ho
That's just me
See, the trauma's what made me
Y'all bring the drama and berating my shit
If you can do it better than me, let me hear you sing
Don't bitch out
That inner voice, let it out
It won't hurt
Watch your demons go blazing
I've seen it
Cut the pain out with your wrist blading
If any raise you, I cut you up
And I raise you, Nancy
That's just my gamer tag back in the day
Shout out to the clan
Cody, remember the days in elementary we're playing
Tag
The gang fell out the playground once
It was such a drag
Ever have that wind knocked out of you like a drag race
Racing quads to four-wheeler
Those were the days
Can't think about it too much
I thought I'd haze
Purple heart
Put four grams in the face shooting these kids
No, I'm just kidding
Schooling these kids
I'll show you out the maze
Four is the best quantitized physics
Put that on K like rushing to the 47 shooting this rap race
I got to say some shit
God's been listening to my pray
But I still hunt
What's my meaning
I still hurt, syrup, while my emotions leaning
Back in my chair real easy