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nasty c – broken marriages lyrics

we′re some savages
came up from broken marriages (uh huh)
inherit the damages
my mom and my dad had a hand in this (uh huh)
now the woman that’s choppin′ my bread
and the woman that’s cuttin’ my sandwiches
a good woman, i had that sh+t
but i had to be seen with the baddest b+tch

don′t know how to let go of my baggage
i don′t even know what my baggage is (yeah)
i ain’t happy, i′m hazardous (yeah)
i ain’t care that i′m cancerous (yeah)
b+tch, i’m made of my practices
i got changes to make, and let them die
i′m afraid to love, i’m terrified
i got problems i have to identify

we don’t even know who we are
growin′ marriages
we have miscarriages
do we even know who we are?
a bunch of savages is who we are

when i close my eyes, what do i recall? (what do i recall?)
i see endings but no happy ones at all (no happy ones at all)
i see hugs and kisses turnin′ into brawls (turnin’ into brawls)
i see wedding pictures taken off the wall (ooh, ooh)
i see rings go from fingers into dressers (into dressers)
i see promises turnin′ into confessions (turnin’ into confessions)
i see six plates turnin′ into five (turnin’ into five)
i look up and see the saddest man alive (ooh, ooh)
so i try
and i try to put this weight that i′ve inherited behind so i could fly
ready or not, i gotta do it for my child
but if i ever fall short, i guess i’ll never wonder why
’cause who am i?

we′re some savages
came up from broken marriages (uh huh)
inherit the damages
my mom and my dad had a hand in this (uh huh)
now the woman that′s choppin’ my bread
and the woman that′s cuttin’ my sandwiches
a good woman, i had that sh+t
but i had to be seen with the baddest b+tch

don′t know how to let go of my baggage
i don’t even know what my baggage is (yeah)
i ain′t happy, i’m hazardous (yeah)
i ain’t care that i′m cancerous (yeah)
i got changes to make, and let them die
i′m afraid to love, i’m terrified
i got problems i have to identify

we don′t even know who we are
growin’ marriages
we have miscarriages
do we even know who we are?
a bunch of savages is who we are
we don′t even know who we are
growin’ marriages
we have miscarriages
do we even know who we are?
a bunch of savages is who we are

i got good traits from my father
but i got a couple of bad ones too
unconditional love and uncontrollable anger too
it′s like i don’t have no clue
the damage that my hands could do
i raise h+ll when i’m mad at me
imagine if i get mad at you
let′s say you were in my shoes
in between rage, [?] and abuse
but a man says he loves you
i bet you wouldn′t wanna love too, uh
you wouldn’t wanna love either
meet a good one and leave her
the things you shown him can′t repeat ’em
breed ′em, beat ’em

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