Broken Silence

{angry clean electric guitar strumming} {muffled dynamic drum intro} (yeah,

listen up) {rhythm building}

Ricky, shut up, you ain't got no real trauma I'm so sick

of all this baby drama

Clean your room, stop hitting everyone,

please You're a grown man,

get off your knees

{distorted 808 sub bass drop} {aggressive trap drums} I'm a grown-up,

next year turning twenty I don't need no bedtime,

I got plenty Done with the bullshit,

done with the lies I'm doing me under these dark skies (yeah)

{melodic guitar lead} I will be twenty-one in twenty-eight

Going to college, trying to make it straight

I don't need to live with nobody else My sister needs college,

look out for herself King needs to move out,

we gotta survive My mother is sick,

trying to stay alive

{bass

and drums

drop out slightly} {clean guitar fingerpicking}

I want to marry her,

have a baby soon King will be an uncle,

howling at the moon I care for college,

I don't miss the ride Trying to be a man with nothing

left to hide (ohhh) {building snare drum snare-rolls} {guitars

swelling} No deadbeat mother,

no more pain

Just college, my family,

washing in the rain

(doing me,

doing me) {guitar feedback fades} {quiet 808 heartbeat heartbeat} {fade out}