Pray for Bronny

Born in november

He kinda had a temper

Mom used words dad would say to bash their head first

Sister the successor

Boy just a stresser

Tried fitting in but only hoodies got the message

Dreamt to be his idols but he had to get depressed first

Cried, tied his shoes so he'd always say his neck hurts

Found out love hurts the hard way when he met her and he'd take the s57 every week pretending that he played basketball he just want attention after all thats why music is the answer

And I keep going

Keep going in loops every stanza

Elton John i'm a tiny dancer Purple hearts imma bleed magenta

I'm a star only in my head, bruh

For now, I just pretend, though

Wind hits, blowing in the trees Summer ain't over yet for me

I know theres no one like Della I dont need to boast I dont give a damn Bout all of these plans I was missing

Had a craft that I had to master I'm like stan kubrick with the picture

In love with the process I finish a project

Then make the next project I finish a beat and then I hop on it I give you 16 but I call it a sonnet

Since I was 14 I knew I was a problem

When I was 15 I said I'm tame Impala

My uncle bought me some cassettes out of walmart

My other uncle said the moneys the target

I feel like I’m Ludwig the way I’m composing the strings

If I get big I’m on trial

I needed somewhere so I could go think

So I flew out to the whole other side of the world and I sat down to master the synths

Now I’m like Ken how I need me some mink

I’m milly rocking on all of their trash ass beats

Fake rappers make me sick

And I don't know what it is

Maybe I'm bitter

Maybe my egos too big

I cut off people who just weren't willing to sit and respect what I did

Sit and respect what I'm doing

This that synth, pop, trap, rap, fusion, with a little bit of Della influence