(Don't you feel sorry, don't you feel sorry...) Broken like a crooked smile A little hunched over but I walked that mile I've woken from a fuzzy dream
count on is change and a rich nigga to come put shit in the game had a 4.0 then Jigga made you trade your Range would've felt broke if you couldn't get
change and a rich nigga to come put shit in the game had a 4.0 then Jigga made you trade your Range would've felt broke if you couldn't get your change
Never, ever cruel I`m a graduate of Harvard Where I never broke the rules The queen made me a knight The pope made me a saint The president plays golf with me I make Madonna
Lex door Jump on in, I'm kind of tired I'm a roll blunts while you spin You got your license, right? Alright, no swerving Hair blonde out, Madonna style
the Lex door jump on in I'm kind of tired, I'm a roll blunts while you spin You got your license, right? Alright, no swerving Hair blond out, Madonna
trumpets snorting on the second line fuckin with that white bitch'll Have you on the bordeline penthouse in the city got the scenic view and maybe you can Fuck Madonna
I'm behind the diner, selling marijuana to a minor minor Elder fella, lookin' for that shine, I'll shine ya My mind designa, you a dime, I dine ya Madonna
a wide grin But no, it was an artist With a longing, loving style So when the paint was dry All that remained was a Faint strange smile She's ripe with broken
has been? 'Cause you say I never will be I'm just tryin to excel so you feel me 'Cause boundaries are made to be broken And I'm leavin' all the namesayers
has been 'cause you say I never will be I'm just tryin' to excel so you feel me 'Cause boundaries are made to be broken And I'm leavin' all the name
never, ever cruel I'm a graduate of Harvard Where I never broke the rules The Queen made me a knight The Pope made me a saint The President plays golf with me I make Madonna
my heart Break my heart, don't break my heart Break my heart, don't break my heart Break my heart, you broke my heart You broke my heart, you broke my
up If I roll up, you do what? Swallow the stuff I don't give a fuck any more, I'm only twenty-four years old and I've already broken every law I'm horrorcore
I dress up like Madonna And she thinks she's really cute But in fact she's common And her skin is dead pale She's broken all her nails And she spent
cheese Pipe on death row, they told on Pete They the reason that pistol ain't on the street Chris Portello, yeah he used to fuck with Madonna The south
