Broken Spirits Lyrics

Empty promises, broken spirits, and twenty dollars

A lot of bottles, an 8th of weed, and a pending deposit

My momma calling me to vent like I don't know her problems

Like how the fuck you unemployed and you still went to college?

Growing pains see my father's hair turning gray

But he still driving on that Uber app like everyday

I'm pretty sure this ain't the life he wants at 63

But he still smiles and accounts for more than half my streams

My parents tell me that they proud but I can't be sure

My heart is heavy and its bleeding but I swear its pure

I'm getting closer everyday I feel it in my core

The devil tryna knock me down but my angels at war

Optimistic overconfident but insecure

When I'm in my feelings I just light a blunt and press record

My toxic masculinity just cannot be ignored

If they ain't tryna let me in I'ma break through the door

Ain't no facade I'm as real as it gets

The underdog who was broke is finally cashing his checks

The scars on his heart keep him prepped for whats next

His mom be stressed as fuck he's tryna help her with rent

Its hard, but he'd be lying if he said he ain't blessed

Cuz he got plenty other homies who have way way less

He stressed, he barely catching his breath

His head hurt he toss and turn in his bed

His best work is yet to come he's obsessed

Ain't no blueprints for this shit man

No handouts

No gimmicks

No no TikTok trends

None of that shit bro

This my real life

Every single word every single bar man

Groceries from the Dollar Tree

Friday night Monopoly

Things from my childhood I'm missing now ironically

Cuz honestly we never owned no property

But I still smoked weed and fucked bitches with my soccer team

I miss them days for real

It ain't easy tryna heal

A lot of broken promises it took for me to build

I was tryna cop some shoes when I could barely cop a meal

Don't tell me how to feel

I'm tryna sign a deal man I'm tired of these bills

I wish that I could call my dog, but he fucked up off them pills

I know he just tryna cope, but I hope it don't get him killed

Cuz I lost too many friends and I live with too much guilt

I'ma different type of person when its money involved

I hate the fact I ain't rich and I work two jobs

I'm running from two words and they're "you lost"

Overwork and underpaid for way too long

That post-traumatic stress is real I was skipping out on dinners

Popping adderall and smoking tryna piece it all together

Not to mention every night, I was fucking up my liver

Asking "why my brother gone" cuz somebody pulled a trigger

Now every single Winter I'm just wishing I was with ya

You had left us in December I hate we ain't take more pictures

I live life without a filter

I love God but I'ma sinner

I done went to hell and back ‏تعال أحلف بالله ( I swear to god) I ain't no quitter

We goin get it fasho

It's getting undeniable man y'all goin have to fucking kill me to stop me

I think I said enough

Ya boy

Fuck with me