Broach

Whenever I end up in a grave Throw a rave When my casket hit the floor let em know my fucking name We not the same cause your end goal is the money and the fame I dont know my fucking name Its insane I doing know where I can find the memories wrong in my brain That shit lame So I blame All the shit thats in my name Somebody go tell the people who dont like me that I changed (For the worse) I know that I lied before Demons friends and they be foes Had to let go of the hurt Burnt inside this hell I lurk for where my demons at so i can give em percs Its a curse dudes walk up to me trynna talk to me bout church Still be trippin seeing trees of all the kinds I'm loving birch .40 tucked im not a killer dont approach I do magic turn a wood into a roach My life heavy call it broach I would never sell a verse What I serve Is pieces of my brain I know I deserve To speak of what I've been on in earth