broken song Why can't I make this damn thing work right Don't waste my time, leave me alone Used loneliness to write this song Broken mind, broken song
mind A broken piece of me I left behind When you were mine (I was fallin', fallin' I was fallin') Our last embrace Those perfect tears fell down your
listen I'm up- In the clouds looking down, I ain't even in a rush I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs Wouldn't even listen to
gifts and flowers lay upon the lid of pink silk above your face tears make a river of diamonds in the dark our daddy breaks down at the funeral home flies
a drug dealer but I watched them closely Until they noticed me I got the feds wondering who broke the law Fuck too inhibited for gun smoke I broke
, 3 to 9 like me And they ain't strong enough to take 9 like me Aiyoo, you think about shittin' on 50... save it My songs belong in the Bible with King
reins from yer pony are slippin' And yer rope is a-slidin' 'cause yer hands are a-drippin' And yer sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys Turn to broken down
This ain't a song for the broken-hearted No silent prayer for the faith-departed I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd You're gonna hear my voice
It's My Life This ain't a song for the broken-hearted No silent prayer for faith departed And I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd You're gonna
seein the world and all its different kind of poses (WOO!) Crush you like roaches, that's keepin the crowd movin (HAA!) Mr and the dancers, who said "Culture consumin?" Never face
a minute since I seen your face Everythings got me feelin outta place Thinkin bout you night up and day Tryna get you off my mind Ever since we broke
Sitting by the window of this broken-down hotel, Trying to write a letter just to show you that I'm well, But I've been watching all the people as they
face I don't think I can do this any more Don't think I do this any more And every little things just falls apart From the very first that day I broke
there a pen that will write before they die? Ain?t you proud that you?ve still got faces? Ain?t there one damn song that can make me break down and cry
elevator?s broke, so he slides down a rope Onto the street below, oh Tarzie, go man go Meet his little hussy with his ghost town approach Her face is