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brodie story - jack. m lyrics

[verse]

brodie called me up said he needed someone to vent to
i figure i’d listen twist something up and switch up the tempo
he said
“there’s a lot that’s eating me up at home
folks want me serious can’t get my head out my phone “
i was like
“yeah and? there must be some more to it”
he said “pouring a drink’s the only time my movements are fluid
lately my boys are disregarding me it’s like thеy’re apathetic
then i see thеm on the gram, you don’t know where my mind is headed”
i told him
“i don’t like how this sounds
that’s pretty sh*tty but no reason it should have you this down
you got like so much going for you man, zoom out look around
you know how many would k!ll for these problems outside this town?”
he said “you sound like my dad and it’s not what i need
i wish he would’ve figured more out before he planted his seed
really, i feel like the product of his lack of focus on us”
and me? i’m just tryna keep my jaw from hanging, brodie got me stuck
took my pink bic out and figured we’d start unpacking
proved to be the worst decision you could imagine
cause what ensued was nothing short of a sh*tshow
he told me when he was six they diagnosed him as a schizo
and his parents weren’t tryna accept, it had to suppress it
til last week his dad was toasted off the goose, he expressed it
he said “i always heard voices but never thought it was real
this the first time in my life now that i’m thinking ‘bout pills
i’m too scared to get a consultation, what if i am?
they’ll rob me of my whole life might chain me up to my bed
might put me in a strait jacket in a room with the padded walls
two weeks ago only thing on my mind was bagging hoes”
two weeks ago
two weeks ago
now i’m fully frozen cuz i remember two weeks ago
he called me up and he was like “jack i am f*cking tweaking bro
i got all this stress i been home for days and i need to go”
i said “come on over we’ll roll it out like some pizza dough”
come to think of it this happened pretty often
i thought we were chilling, really he was hunting for endorphins
i start to see my role, wonder how much i’ve enabled this sh*t
is this the type of story i’ll see on basic cable and sh*t?
are they gonna take my interview ask if he was stable and sh*t?
finally my head emerges, i resurface
and just in time to hear the sound of screeching tires swerving
usually rise to the occasion especially if i’m nervous
anxiety compounded by the fact all i have’s a permit
f*ck it i’m grabbing the whip
it’s not like i got a choice
it’s either that or he’s clipped
there’s only one set of keys
and i never drove stick
so at this point my chance of crashing’s probably greater than his
even so i gotta dash despite the lack of composure
probably lasted 20 seconds before i went and got pulled over
and it’s not the greatest time for them to ask me if i’m sober
try to fill them in but they’re just talking down my license plate
i’ll be 30 when i get my license great
“guys just wait”
begging and i’m pleading i’m not hearing what they’re telling me
f*ck it, i hit the gas and pray i didn’t just catch a felony
after a minute of racing again i hear that melody
the cops sound a couple blocks down and i recognize his whip
snow white paint, on beige seats we shared our finest trips
i’m breathing in these fumes, it’s irritating my sinuses
i’m closing in on a cloud of smoke and brodie’s inside of it
i somehow beat the paramedics pray to god they make it soon
snuck a peak and saw those beige seats had now become maroon
thought about his 10th birthday party swear i saw the balloons
the girl he liked popped in my head he said he’d ask her out in june
well now it’s august and i’m here i am at his tomb
and i’m breaking him the news she’s sn*tched by one of those goons
you know the ones the type that we swore we could never be
the douches in designer tees, skin fades and leather jeans
but truth is that’s how i dress now
i sold him out, the valentino shoes that’s how i step now
i could only imagine how he’d think of me
but maybe it’s an inside joke i smirk at him he’ll wink at me

- jack m lyrics

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