Broke Days
Yeah
Its YHNG MB
I'm never going back
I'm never going back
I'm never going back
Broke days
Broke days
Broke days
Broke days
Broke is like death
I mean like I strangle your neck till death
Or maybe put bullet in the glock trigger death
Or even accident which is the road to a
Step of death
Murder circle bills cash the root to it
I still preach brokeness is like a murder
A case that's difficult to turn under
Like the earth when its rotate
I could remembered when I was trapped
With no positive outcome that we would
Reach the top
Wake up in the morning wanting to smoke
Cuz thing I've seen its not even close to
Better day
Scrutinize my lyric and relate to the shit
I'm a victim of this murder
But never again will I be broke I pray
No pain no benefit
No way you seeing my penny
Just sip this henny
Poverty is a tea that taste pain, depression
In different dimension
Lies of Sweet better day to keep your focus
And
But I'm a dreamer I think it has to do with
The Pisces in me
I think about the kind of seed I'll bring
Message to my unborn kid
You will never witness the struggle I've been
At some point the pain became a regular
Thing check the failure attendance I've
Got lots of fear, but I left the circle and opened up
The bible i did this without a raffle
Its brightful when you got the right move
And title like your meant to
Broke days are the worse days
You can think of or even dream of
Got talent trapped in the echo's of the sound
That is jubilation for the brighter day
Question is are you ready
To be on a steady motivation
With caution
Blessing was counted
And naming was the ceremony
Energizing the corrected motivation
And it's surprising that I' got to win
Motivated is what I preach
In my thinking
But that's what you gave me
So face me like the beauty pageant
They said I'm doing bad things
When I'm just looking for bright things
Write this AOTB will make it
Its a story everyone will listen
And motivate form it. Learn to be my self
And Mafia's the blessing and I still got it yeah
I reminisce the broke days
I reminisce the broke days
I reminisce the broke days
I'm never going back
I'm never going back
I'm never going back
Broke is like death
I mean like I strangle your neck till death
Or maybe put bullet in the glock trigger death
Or even accident which is the road to a
Step of death
Yeah yeah yeah brokedayz
Yeah yeah brokedayz
Its YHNG MB
I'm never going back
I'm never going back
I'm never going back
Broke days
Broke days
Broke days
Broke days
Broke is like death
I mean like I strangle your neck till death
Or maybe put bullet in the glock trigger death
Or even accident which is the road to a
Step of death
Murder circle bills cash the root to it
I still preach brokeness is like a murder
A case that's difficult to turn under
Like the earth when its rotate
I could remembered when I was trapped
With no positive outcome that we would
Reach the top
Wake up in the morning wanting to smoke
Cuz thing I've seen its not even close to
Better day
Scrutinize my lyric and relate to the shit
I'm a victim of this murder
But never again will I be broke I pray
No pain no benefit
No way you seeing my penny
Just sip this henny
Poverty is a tea that taste pain, depression
In different dimension
Lies of Sweet better day to keep your focus
And
But I'm a dreamer I think it has to do with
The Pisces in me
I think about the kind of seed I'll bring
Message to my unborn kid
You will never witness the struggle I've been
At some point the pain became a regular
Thing check the failure attendance I've
Got lots of fear, but I left the circle and opened up
The bible i did this without a raffle
Its brightful when you got the right move
And title like your meant to
Broke days are the worse days
You can think of or even dream of
Got talent trapped in the echo's of the sound
That is jubilation for the brighter day
Question is are you ready
To be on a steady motivation
With caution
Blessing was counted
And naming was the ceremony
Energizing the corrected motivation
And it's surprising that I' got to win
Motivated is what I preach
In my thinking
But that's what you gave me
So face me like the beauty pageant
They said I'm doing bad things
When I'm just looking for bright things
Write this AOTB will make it
Its a story everyone will listen
And motivate form it. Learn to be my self
And Mafia's the blessing and I still got it yeah
I reminisce the broke days
I reminisce the broke days
I reminisce the broke days
I'm never going back
I'm never going back
I'm never going back
Broke is like death
I mean like I strangle your neck till death
Or maybe put bullet in the glock trigger death
Or even accident which is the road to a
Step of death
Yeah yeah yeah brokedayz
Yeah yeah brokedayz
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Writer(s): Louis Monday
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