Broke

You’re lucky that your cute

Cuz if you didn’t look like that I’d already pack my bags

But that ain’t no excuse

For that piece a shit you drive

Make me pick you up all the time

You always split the bill

Always tryna smoke my weed

Saying imma hit you back next week

Boy I know you never will

Bet I’d prolly have to buy my own ring

Imma make your heart look just like your phone screen

Broke

Living in your mamas basement

Talking bout you don’t wanna pay rent

You say that your saving, saving

Saving for what?

Another 80 dollar t-shirt you could wear on the bus

I’m done with making out

Cuz the whole time I’m thinking bout your bank account

I been trying like hell to find a way around the elephant in the room

You ain't got a job and I do

You’re lucky that your cute

Cuz if you didn’t look like that I’d already pack my bags

But that ain’t no excuse

For that piece a shit you drive

Make me pick you up all the time

You always split the bill

Always tryna smoke my weed

Saying imma hit you back next week

Boy I know you never will

Bet I’d prolly have to buy my own ring

Imma make your heart look just like your phone screen

Broke

And I, I remember that first night

You were looking so damn fine

I swear i’ve never seen any eyes that blue

Standing at 6 foot 2

I was so busy looking at you

I never even stopped to think

That you never even bought me a drink

I’m done with making out

Cuz the whole time I’m thinking bout your bank account

I been trying like hell to find a way around the elephant in the room

You ain't got a job and I do

You’re lucky that your cute

Cuz if you didn’t look like that I’d already pack my bags

But that ain’t no excuse

For that piece a shit you drive

Make me pick you up all the time

You always split the bill

Always tryna smoke my weed

Saying imma hit you back next week

Boy I know you never will

Bet I’d prolly have to buy my own ring

Imma make your heart look just like your phone screen

Broke