Broke

You're lucky that you're cute
'Cause if you didn't look like that
I'd already packed my bags
But that ain't no excuse
For that piece of shit you drop
Make me pick you up all the time

You'd always split the bill
Always tryna smoke my weed
Saying "I'ma hit you back next week"
Boy, I know you never will
That I'll probably have to buy my own ring
I'ma make your heart look just like your phone screen

Broke
Living in your momma's basement
Talking 'bout you don't wanna pay rent
Say that you're saving, saving
Saving for what?
Another eighty-dollar t-shirt you can wear on the bus

I'm done with making out
'Cause the whole time I'm thinking 'bout your bank account
I've been tryna lock out to find a way around
The elephant in the room
You ain't got a job and I do

You're lucky that you're cute
'Cause if you didn't look like that
I'd already packed my bags
But that ain't no excuse
For that piece of shit you drop
Make me pick you up all the time

You'd always split the bill
Always tryna smoke my weed
Saying "I'ma hit you back next week"
Boy, I know you never will
That I'll probably have to buy my own ring
I'ma make your heart look just like your phone screen

Broke, uh
Broke, hmm
Broke, hmm

And I, I remember that first night
You were looking so damn fine
I swear I've never seen any eyes that blue
Standing a six-foot-two
I was so busy looking there cute
I never even stopped to think
That you never even bought me a drink

Boy, I'm done with making out
'Cause the whole time I'm thinking 'bout your bank account
I've been tryna lock out to find a way around
The elephant in the room
You ain't got a job and I do

Yeah, you're lucky that you're cute
'Cause if you didn't look like that
I'd already packed my bags
But that ain't no excuse
For that piece of shit you drop
Make me pick you up all the time

Yeah, you'd always split the bill
Always tryna smoke my weed
Saying "I'ma hit you back next week"
Boy, I know you never will
That I'll probably have to buy my own ring
I'ma make your heart look just like your phone screen

Broke, uh
Broke, hmm
Broke, hmm

I'ma make your heart look just like your phone screen



Credits
Writer(s): Charles Christopher Du Bois, Brent Anderson, Claire Elizabeth Ernst
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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