is worth without you I'm broken, broken I can't believe this is over, over Tell me, tell me what life is worth without you I'm broken, broken, broken, broken
true, got much love for my nigga named Screw, that Key-C in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan, I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him, we broke em all down and
them gold thangs underneath the skirts But the law ain't been broken Wait, I see 3 white cops and one token Oh, so that explains it, no doubt Uncle Tom
so true got much love for my nigga named Screw the Kici's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him he broke em all down and
bad day Tom Gist: My nigga just got locked up again and shit (Today was a bad day) Grandma's gotta go back to the hospital (Today was a bad day) Verse 2 Tom
(feat. Tom Gist) [Verse 1: Tom Gist] I got problems, naw, I'm no flossin' Notice in the lobby, there's no high raw No jobs so I'm forced to be a nemisis
And them gold thangs underneath the skirts But the law ain't been broken Wait, I see 3 white cops and one token Oh, so that explains it, no doubt Uncle Tom
