Broke Bars and Broken Cars Lyrics

Fuck getting back on the Prozac

I be flipping stacks, flipping racks

Dead Broke Boys, yeah i put 'em on my back

And this bitch want my sack

Damn she fucking bad, But she way too bougie

So I fuck her like a movie

Then toss her to the woadies

Damn I'm drowning, need some floaties, aye

Such a lonely day

Waiting for a rainy day

Washing the pain away

Got nothing to say to you

Chirping like a Cockatoo

Go suck a cock or two

Got something to prove, and nothing to lose

Trapped in my room for more than three years

Drugs cloud my vision, nah I can't see clearly

Tripping on shrooms while I'm sipping on beers

Gonna run the game, these rappers all fear me

Rolling up gas at the gas station

Lit a cigarette 'cause my mind's racing

But it's CBD, not what you think

I miss everything, numb myself with drink

Writing heat like Fink, uh

I'm so low I can't sink farther

'Nother blow, on the on the brink, falling

I can hear my dreams calling

Working on a five year plan, Stalin

Don't make me throw these hands, brawling

Making all these bands spawn in

Gotta make a stand, you crawling

All your bars are bland I'm yawning