Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tristan Watering
Songwriter
Lyrics
(Broke broke broke broke broke)
Let me tell you about my friends who are runnin' bout the town
(Bout the town)
Hoppin' in and out of clubs and bars, chasin' women down
(Chasin' ladies down)
They've got tight fittin' suits and watches that gleam and shine
I don't even think the god damn things can even tell the time
My friends ask me to go out with them
But I'm out here rationing a tuna can
Cause motherfucker, I'm broke (oh he's so broke)
And my suits are not bespoke
I hold my pants up with a rope
And I couldn't define hope
Cause motherfucker, I'm broke (oh he's so broke)
Can't afford a can of Coke (no caffeine, nope)
Let me tell ya 'bout this girl I knew when I got outta school
(Got outta school)
Her daddy had an investment firm, three houses, and a pool
(Only one swimmin')
From the time this lady was a child, she was a traveler
And although she had a fling with me, I couldn't settle down with her
She asked me to go on a trip to Spain
I said I guess I'll swim, I can't afford no plane
Cause motherfucker, I'm broke (oh he's so broke)
And my suits have all got holes
I've lived under bridges like a troll
And I eat expired pizza rolls
Cause motherfucker, I'm broke (oh he's so broke)
Can't afford to bum a smoke (you shouldn't smoke)
Everybody I know worries bout my safety
They say they can't keep track of where I been livin' lately
I tell 'em don't worry, I'm down the block
Just keep an eye out for a cardboard box
Cause motherfucker, I'm broke (oh he's so broke)
And it may not be the life for you
But I'm free, no one to answer to
Just kidding, I'm fuckin' screwed
Cause motherfucker, I'm broke (oh he's so broke)
Written by: Tristan Watering

