Broke

Broke account, so I broke a sweat
I've bought some things that I sort of regret about now

Broke my pace and ran out of time
Sometimes I'm so full of shit that it should be a crime

Broke a promise 'cause my car broke down
Such a classic excuse, it should be bronze by now

Broke up, and I'm relieved somehow
It's the end of the discussions that just go 'round and 'round
And 'round, and 'round, and 'round
And 'round, and 'round, and 'round
It shouldn't have been anyway
No way, no way, no way, that's right

Huh-oh, huh-oh, huh-oh, huh-oh, no
Huh-oh, huh-oh, huh-oh, huh-oh, no
Huh-oh, huh-oh, huh-oh, huh-oh, no
It was extremely kind, in a tiny plastic jar

You're living on fancy wine
You'll drink that turpentine
You're starting conversations
You don't even know, oh



Credits
Writer(s): Isaac Brock, Eric Judy, Jeremiah Green
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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