a hand, to Mike E. Clark An' that Gangsta Funk Band We'll be right back with Violent J Do your homies have money? Are you broke? Yeah Do bitches look
the yellow pages Told them to take away the TV and fix it quick snap The next day they took away the TV and told me They'd repair the little bit that's broken
like widowed women, drunk men weep like children curled up, drunk men sleep like a dog, a drunk will crawl around on all fours be he broke bum or rich
Must be a thousand million times I've seen your face in laughter And ev'ry time meant something new to me But being broke and living low I sensed what
church and I ain't no priest So save it for the funeral to be Slice incision split your chest open autopsy Precise my thoughts they cannot be broken
Little broken girl looking for something Lips the bottle like, she?s ready for the night Your hands so small in mine fits perfectly I want what you got
I took a look at myself I dropped all my defenses After fooling myself For so long I broke all my habits I gave up my pretences I faced all those things
Love there are flowers, hangin' in the vine So high you cannot see Now my mind, must go on holiday Torn from it's hook, a broken Valentine I see the smoke
lovers She makes the bed and he steals the covers She likes it neat and he makes a mess I take it easy baby, I get obsessed She's got the money and he's always broke
Got a full blown standard To question outright Now find something To believe in Shared a million secrets That all broke one night Damned bad job of concealment
in you violently Feels like you've fallen and there's No one out there, no one out there Sleep walk wandering endlessly Hands tied keep in your perfectly
& dapper seems he's straight & narrow Tingle in the bone marrow ??? but I ain't that aggressive instead I act suggestive bat my eyelashes make smooth & subtle passes timed perfectly
it takes her no one knows That's how it goes, that's how it goes When we throw stones People deny and criticize They sent her away isolated Caught in a bad dream Perfectly
here as fast as I could I ran full speed ahead without stopping to rest Not knowing where I was headed to Now that I'm here, it's perfectly clear That
into Dance broken open Dance with nothing to lose Dance when you're wounded Dance when you're torn into Dance broken open Dance with nothing to lose (Oh!) Perfectly
kicked in Staring at a chair where her folks had been All she wanted to tell them was 'I'm alright' It's late and a stillness hangs on her hall Broken
, that's okay with me 'Cuz when you look me Way you'll see that I've been havin' A fiesta of my own I bet you're thinking that I'm just disguising a broken
s what I desire Flyer than Salma Hayek or Jennifer Lopez Everyone told me, kickin' it to her was hopeless At first I just thought, she didn't mess with broke