denace - tired of being broke lyrics
[intro]
yeah, there’s two kinds of people today
there’s happy people and there’s people like me
[verse 1]
you think you know me, please you have no idea
you think my life is great, sh-t i cover up the tears
but inside my scalp there’s thoughts of burning h-ll
thoughts of hurting myself and homicide as well
but you can’t tell because i’m good at hiding myself
i got a lot problems that i never shared with no one else
i been to a lot of doctors but the sh-t never helps
they just stuck me with pills on the pain that i felt
and as we press in aggression got neck deep in this depression
got me playing russian roulette with the smith and weston
reminiscing back when days were glistening
when things wer still clear and the puzzle pieces weren’t missing
those days i miss em’, but those days are history
those days i kissed em’ goodbye for good
and those days are the old days
now it’s pay the rent before you end up on the road days
[chorus]
and i’m tired of being broke, i’m ready to stick you up
give me all your money b-tch and that chain you got tucked
i see you flossing all that ice, you must be balling
but i don’t got sh-t, so hand me your wallet
and i’m tired of being broke, i’m ready to stick you up
give me all your money b-tch and that chain you got tucked
[verse 2]
i’m tired of being broke with no gas in my probe
i’m tired of living life stealing out of peoples homes
tired of not seeing money when i cash my check
sick of drinking to escape every change i get
this life is no joke it will choke you to death
got me having panic attacks trying to catch my breath
working twelve hour days with six an hour pay
cleaning toilets, dish washing, mark, i want my raise
i deserve this sh-t, i bust a sweat in this place
can’t afford cigarettes because you stiffed me today
and on top of all the bullsh-t that i was going through
my girl told me i’m sorry we’re done, it’s over, through
that’s a hit under the belt, can’t imagine how i felt
my world crumbled, my parents were to far to help
i was on my own bunk crying every night alone
at least i had good friends that kept me inside there home
[chorus]
and i’m tired of being broke, i’m ready to stick you up
give me all your money b-tch and that chain you got tucked
i see you flossing all that ice, you must be balling
but i don’t got sh-t, so hand me your wallet
and i’m tired of being broke, i’m ready to stick you up
give me all your money b-tch and that chain you got tucked
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