stumble till I found the back door Nothing left to think, I'll probably sit around and ignore The apathy it always leads me And all the broken hearts
Black fatigues, skullies and binoculars, C4, block your doors, nigga's can't stop this war I show you fagots what this Swartz is for Hidding spots in the door
Now how you ain't gon change the locks? (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Didn't sit there and call the cops (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Got up out the back door like whoa! (OH
how you ain't gon' change the locks? (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Didn't sit there and call the cops (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Got in bout the back door LIKE WHOA (OH THAT
drown you broke ma heart fully, rippin' tore it apart. you lie you hide you talk to walk. (talkin' to me now) Now that I'm on my feet I'm really broken
your life, Now you're telling me it's me that you're needing, Funny you didn't say that when you where leaving oh, You just walked out the door, I
Hear footsteps creak the floor The shadows give away Someone outside the door Won't let 'em in Life damaged, gears to grind A run down broke machine
door Me and my stupid pride, sitting here alone Going through the photographs, staring at the phone I keep going back over things we both said And I remember the slamming door
At the doors of Babylon, You are my Zion, Pacing Tiger, The keeper's cage, Invisible light shoots from your eyes, A sign I can see from my high rise,
he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin' (Ain't broke, ain't broke) Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin' (Ain't broke, ain't broke
[Chorus - Big & Rich] Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin' Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin' Well he ain't broke yet but
Reached in my pocket pulled my 44 Dove across the room peeped out the window Twenty cops jumped behind a Pinto Out the back door like some damn track stars Broke
my gauze and get bucked quick Niggas, hoes, I don't know who you are, my friends or foes Smile in my face and plot to kill me behind doors I got a new
Broke down an alley and we instantly had to duck Fuckin' police on a gang sweep No time to deal with one time so we had to creep Broke through a back
, light the gasoline Overload, it might cause a blackout Dead end, there's no chance to back out Hit the tripwire, duck from the gunfire Broken glass,
who trip get sung hymns We crash clubs and security shits 'Cause they know they got size but they know we keep clips Crazy muthafuckas lickin' shots in doors
but very few close friends We broke to the set, E parked the car on the grass High-signin' was his trademark and he did it with class Hit the door like