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Broken Heart College Through My Head

my friends I'm not looking back at these empty promises but I can't believe that every word you said it's still running through my head. It's still running through my head

In these muthafuckas eyes did you see it? I'm gripping these curbs, skur, did ya heard I love 'em, my fellas, my furs, I fly like a bird Chicken heads

too smart too Put one of my partners right through culinary art school Now he my personal chef so that bread he get it Put 'em all in houses cleaned up all of my

I am dividable by broken dreams Single moms you my heroes you my queens To get my mom out the hood that is my hopes and dreams to reach my son to be

he fought me to win My broken task is born again, let a new war begin I think he saw me grin. Played my ass like a sucka Turned that brunch between me and my

put that on my only mamma Still rollin' with the 4, 5th, now that I'm rich Got these broke niggas so sick And my daughters college pre-paid, she straight

the forest suit me Tables and chairs Papers and prayers Matter vs. spirit, through meditation I program my heart to beat breakbeats and hum basslines

that gat And you hear that thang click-clackin You hear what that boy said? Don't be a hard head Save me some left overs im through with some raw bread

In these muthafuckas eyes did you see it? I'm gripping these curbs, skur, did ya heard I love 'em, my fellas, my furs, I fly like a bird Chicken heads