Broken Bread
(Yo, yo, come on)
(Huh)
I'm burnin' oil I'm workin' through the cold and feelin' old as
I flick the skin and it's slow to fold, but I recall
If you put your head down, your receive 100-fold
And if I live cheque to cheque, then my excellence - it begins to mold
Higher than holding onto moth and rust
The metal that I envy, just as I, will fade into the dust
The only thing with a price tag is a heart, now that's a must
So I'ma sell it for eternity cuz you can't fund trust
(Spread the honey not the money-love until I bust)
We are, we are, we are, we are
We are the uncontent
All our hunger is making hollow men
We are, we are, we are, we are
The sons of Solomon
All our hunger breaks a lamb and spills tears
Kneed dough but it's just blood, sweat, and broken bread
I still dream about cars and sex
But now I sow the seeds that take longer to reap like flax
Seeds like the good news thats shared over hard tracks
While desire stole your fire and you want your life back
Some dudes are cynics, they think that my life is funny
But I get sad when they put all their confidence in a rocket-bunny
Ya I said 'Lord I fear to make a move
Cuz I know that I'll need the money'
But he said 'I'ma see you through, so learn to call it milk and honey'
(I'ma see you through so learn to call it milk and honey)
We are, we are, we are, we are
We are the uncontent
All our hunger is making hollow men
We are, we are, we are, we are
The sons of Solomon
All our hunger breaks a lamb and spills tears
Kneed dough but it's just blood, sweat, and broken bread
Show the crowd up, show the crowd up
I think we've got a lesson, turn it louder
Show the crowd up, show the crowd up
I think we've got a lesson, turn it louder
Show the crowd up, show the crowd up
I think we've got a lesson, turn it louder
Show the crowd up, show the crowd up
I think we've got a lesson, turn it louder
We are, we are, we are, we are
We are the uncontent
All our hunger is making hollow men
We are, we are, we are, we are
The sons of Solomon
All our hunger breaks a lamb and spills tears
Kneed dough but it's just blood, sweat, and broken bread
(Huh)
I'm burnin' oil I'm workin' through the cold and feelin' old as
I flick the skin and it's slow to fold, but I recall
If you put your head down, your receive 100-fold
And if I live cheque to cheque, then my excellence - it begins to mold
Higher than holding onto moth and rust
The metal that I envy, just as I, will fade into the dust
The only thing with a price tag is a heart, now that's a must
So I'ma sell it for eternity cuz you can't fund trust
(Spread the honey not the money-love until I bust)
We are, we are, we are, we are
We are the uncontent
All our hunger is making hollow men
We are, we are, we are, we are
The sons of Solomon
All our hunger breaks a lamb and spills tears
Kneed dough but it's just blood, sweat, and broken bread
I still dream about cars and sex
But now I sow the seeds that take longer to reap like flax
Seeds like the good news thats shared over hard tracks
While desire stole your fire and you want your life back
Some dudes are cynics, they think that my life is funny
But I get sad when they put all their confidence in a rocket-bunny
Ya I said 'Lord I fear to make a move
Cuz I know that I'll need the money'
But he said 'I'ma see you through, so learn to call it milk and honey'
(I'ma see you through so learn to call it milk and honey)
We are, we are, we are, we are
We are the uncontent
All our hunger is making hollow men
We are, we are, we are, we are
The sons of Solomon
All our hunger breaks a lamb and spills tears
Kneed dough but it's just blood, sweat, and broken bread
Show the crowd up, show the crowd up
I think we've got a lesson, turn it louder
Show the crowd up, show the crowd up
I think we've got a lesson, turn it louder
Show the crowd up, show the crowd up
I think we've got a lesson, turn it louder
Show the crowd up, show the crowd up
I think we've got a lesson, turn it louder
We are, we are, we are, we are
We are the uncontent
All our hunger is making hollow men
We are, we are, we are, we are
The sons of Solomon
All our hunger breaks a lamb and spills tears
Kneed dough but it's just blood, sweat, and broken bread
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Writer(s): Luke Martens
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