Broke
(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, can I? Can ugh, yeah, fuck em up, uh, can I?
Ugh, fuck em up, ay)
How many days do I got left at the bottom?
I been stressed out
I've been caught up
It's a battle that I'm not gonna win
How many days tryna struggle?
Tryna catch up?
Trip and stumble
Clean my act up?
What's the tax on
Some fucking peace of mind?
And could I stop being broke?
I'm tired of being broke
Could I stop being broken?
I'm tired of being broken
Eyy, eyy fuck em up
Heartbroken I still run it up
You know a nigga still bout his cash
It's a Catch 22 unabashed
Like how are you not more ashamed?
Secrets there so you can't escape em
Cut a track and it's done at pains
Full of pain tryna cut a check
Petr Čech yeah I come with saves
One stack in the fucking bank
Spent all of it cuz I gave this
The shirt off my back as what a cape
Been masked did it for the game
But what's love that makes you wanna leave or
Get tunnel vision till you up and cave
None of this shit fucking changes unless
Unless I stop being broke
I'm tired of being broke
Could I stop being broken?
I'm tired of being broken
How many days do I got left
At the bottom
I been stressed out
I've been caught up
It's a battle that I'm not gonna win
Maybe she'd love me more if I was rich man
I don't mean to be uncharitable
But my heart on my sleeve like a wristband
And at my wits end cuz two lovers tryna withstand all of
Capitalism's onslaughts is a mismatch
These days love so commodified
Can't tell if she really love me or just get sad
When she isn't loved
Being broke put the pressure on in either case
I just never thought that I'd see the day
I'd see my love say she wouldn't wait for me cuz I ain't
Got a fucking dollar here to my name
Broke as fuck and broken-hearted
Broken records I know it started
Cuz I'm still here and broke
I'm tired of being broke
Could I stop being broken?
I'm tired of being broken
How many days do I got left at the bottom?
I been stressed out
I've been caught up
It's a battle that I'm not gonna win
How many days tryna struggle
Tryna catch up
Trip and stumble
Clean my act up
What's the tax on
Some fucking peace of mind
I'm back on my heartbreak KJ! shit
You know my heartrate shaking this
The realest shit I've made as yet
Feeling the weight of paying rent and
Tryna be creative it's an albatross as chain on neck
I ain't changing shit unless the change is right
I move in leaps but chain reactions make you pay the price
For the paper lies we bought and sold
Fated by my fostered soul
Impossible was nothing
Till I realized that my pockets broke
And they base your prospects off your pocketbook
And freedom costs a grip,
Wrung my hands and thought
I'm just fucking tired of not being able to pay for shit man
That's all that's the punchline
Fuck being broke, that's all
That's the—that's the punchline
Ha ha, I guess you can say that's when I broke down
Ugh, fuck em up, ay)
How many days do I got left at the bottom?
I been stressed out
I've been caught up
It's a battle that I'm not gonna win
How many days tryna struggle?
Tryna catch up?
Trip and stumble
Clean my act up?
What's the tax on
Some fucking peace of mind?
And could I stop being broke?
I'm tired of being broke
Could I stop being broken?
I'm tired of being broken
Eyy, eyy fuck em up
Heartbroken I still run it up
You know a nigga still bout his cash
It's a Catch 22 unabashed
Like how are you not more ashamed?
Secrets there so you can't escape em
Cut a track and it's done at pains
Full of pain tryna cut a check
Petr Čech yeah I come with saves
One stack in the fucking bank
Spent all of it cuz I gave this
The shirt off my back as what a cape
Been masked did it for the game
But what's love that makes you wanna leave or
Get tunnel vision till you up and cave
None of this shit fucking changes unless
Unless I stop being broke
I'm tired of being broke
Could I stop being broken?
I'm tired of being broken
How many days do I got left
At the bottom
I been stressed out
I've been caught up
It's a battle that I'm not gonna win
Maybe she'd love me more if I was rich man
I don't mean to be uncharitable
But my heart on my sleeve like a wristband
And at my wits end cuz two lovers tryna withstand all of
Capitalism's onslaughts is a mismatch
These days love so commodified
Can't tell if she really love me or just get sad
When she isn't loved
Being broke put the pressure on in either case
I just never thought that I'd see the day
I'd see my love say she wouldn't wait for me cuz I ain't
Got a fucking dollar here to my name
Broke as fuck and broken-hearted
Broken records I know it started
Cuz I'm still here and broke
I'm tired of being broke
Could I stop being broken?
I'm tired of being broken
How many days do I got left at the bottom?
I been stressed out
I've been caught up
It's a battle that I'm not gonna win
How many days tryna struggle
Tryna catch up
Trip and stumble
Clean my act up
What's the tax on
Some fucking peace of mind
I'm back on my heartbreak KJ! shit
You know my heartrate shaking this
The realest shit I've made as yet
Feeling the weight of paying rent and
Tryna be creative it's an albatross as chain on neck
I ain't changing shit unless the change is right
I move in leaps but chain reactions make you pay the price
For the paper lies we bought and sold
Fated by my fostered soul
Impossible was nothing
Till I realized that my pockets broke
And they base your prospects off your pocketbook
And freedom costs a grip,
Wrung my hands and thought
I'm just fucking tired of not being able to pay for shit man
That's all that's the punchline
Fuck being broke, that's all
That's the—that's the punchline
Ha ha, I guess you can say that's when I broke down
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Writer(s): Matt Moleta, Reyan Mustafoski
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