Broke - Demon Apnea Lyrics

Up all night been thinkin bout the fights
I been dreamin catchin flies, schemin
Tryna rectify my demons

I just had a realization
All this time I'm takin
I need you. To line up. In formationnnn
Distributing this information
Now its time to talk about the nation
All around I see the agitation
I can't be me now I'm reaching the station
Hobey ho I gotta let it go
Hit the stake into the snow
While the lads are reaching Alamo
John the giant peach
Tortured by my dreams
Crippled by anxiety screams

My sanity is vanity
I come around angrily
I do this for my family
Took him from me, banditry
This mind is absently a rhapsody
It has to be practically at capacity
While I'm fighting valiantly for the blasphemy
Actually for the love of Christianity
Get back to reality

I'm the f*ckin dean
Passing papers to you fiends
You know what I mean
Got the flow
In between the scenes
I like me some lo mein not the lean cuisine
Name my son Eugene read him jack the giant Bean
Broke is back hit with a lot of grief its Monotony
All these empty minds sipping tea
Now I'm laughing losing keys
Autographing in my dreams
I'm a fiend
I find it keen
I'm tryna be
Writers block consuming thee
Copywriters on the rock controlling all the Mead
Fill the mug wit cider get a sock and a lighter Smash him to the third degree
He's a fighter oh a jock, not a spock and he Wear Capris
Beat him till he break, a bitch
Greet him wit a snake a snitch
Treat him till he wake a witch
Make her wreck you with a spell or two
Now I still got time to lose
Drown in bottle booze
Wake around the time of noon
Pukin everytime I choose
I report the music news
Don't contort the fuse
Don't you talk about deport
I'm the one to tour
All the beauty ruse
(I'm the one to explore areas People talk bad about like Mexico and really Anything
People around me don't like exploring And if they aren't as priveledged in other areas
They won't venture out)
Do the booty do
I'm a snooty Dr. who
Breakin backs for the views
Got my snack and the blues
As I'm jottin this ruse
Hear the clack of the shoes
It's my time, please excuse
Gotta rhyme, and accuse
Sound the chime, n refuse
This is for the lad that overcame abuse
Now I'm here for you
I found a thing or two
In an interview
You said you tried to hit the snooze a couple Times are u amused?
It could of been it and now ur hitting cues
Make a move its time to groove
All over you it's how I'm coming to
From the boogaboo (Tripping and coming out of It)
Or the bababoo watching revenues
Got a butterscotch and broke a tooth
Now I'm. Waiting for the Ultimate breakthrough
I make do
I hate you
Wakeup to the smell of the due
Take a big f*cking doo
While I'm tying my shoe
Change is really up to you
Aye