is worth without you I'm broken, broken I can't believe this is over, over Tell me, tell me what life is worth without you I'm broken, broken, broken, broken
(feat. Tom Gist) [Verse 1: Tom Gist] I got problems, naw, I'm no flossin' Notice in the lobby, there's no high raw No jobs so I'm forced to be a nemisis
them gold thangs underneath the skirts But the law ain't been broken Wait, I see 3 white cops and one token Oh, so that explains it, no doubt Uncle Tom
And them gold thangs underneath the skirts But the law ain't been broken Wait, I see 3 white cops and one token Oh, so that explains it, no doubt Uncle Tom
true, got much love for my nigga named Screw, that Key-C in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan, I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him, we broke em all down and
so true got much love for my nigga named Screw the Kici's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him he broke em all down and
bad day Tom Gist: My nigga just got locked up again and shit (Today was a bad day) Grandma's gotta go back to the hospital (Today was a bad day) Verse 2 Tom