broke, yeah I'm going broke this week I'm going broke, I'm going broke this week I'm going broke, I'm going broke this week I'm going broke, I'm going
I'm nasty - I know you gon' let me slang wood Say I changed - I'm rich, I know you gon' let me be good I'm the same ol' nigga I was when I was broke Still
: deeply hidden in the deepest wood black is the night the owls are singing between the worlds the circle closes, the cycle of fire opens it's doors
: (Earl) It's the pick of the litter Mobbin' deep in the woods with six other niggers Yellin' at the trees like "Hey, hi mister" I'm Life Litter's official
: You never cry like a lover should Sigh when it feels real good Or see the sky through the stone and wood You never cry like a lover I thought
If my flow had a phoenix and my paws are the cleanest 9-millimeters in the bars and arenas If you hood then you seen us, with wood in the Beamers I'm
1: Young Buck] We on the front page then we in the Bahamas with AK's on the stage, the ice and the Jacob watch will make a broke nigga take somehting
: Dancin' where the stars go blue Dancin' where the evening fell Dancin' in your wooden shoes In a wedding gown Dancin' out on 7th street Dancin' through
morgue she heading Seh she broke out at di age of seven she dancing before she reach eleven Chorus: One man can't satisfy her She needs more wood for
: Silence in the woods nobody seems to be here black ice covers the floods cursed the cound, show no fear The knives of revenge are waiting to kill
you could. I'm only what you make of me. I'm only flesh and blood. I'm only flesh and blood. When you're gone, you'll be leaving behind a broken man
: (feat. Tyler Hilton) Dancin' where the stars go blue Dancin' where the evening fell Dancin' in my wooden shoes In a wedding gown Dancin' out on 7
's a car without some sound? (Don't you take your time, young man) [Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T.] Never been on that silly sucka shit Ride around pimped out, four doors With the wood
The undead are among us, at dawn they shrink back to their silken beds. They dance by night and drink the blood of a child's broken neck. His spires
: My crimson covered hands - clutch heart strings newly broken moths breed in my entrails - hate washes through my fucking veins friendship turns to
with one hand holdin' on And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone And yer train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it And the wood's
around There's a brandnew feeling of liberty Like a clear bell that's starting to sound Plantation Boy C'mon and get going Yesterday's chains have broken
