Nasty C ”“ Broken Marriages Lyrics
We’re some savages
Came up from broken marriages (Uh huh)
Inherit the damages
My mom and my dad had a hand in this (Uh huh)
Now the woman that’s choppin’ my bread and the woman that’s cuttin’ my sandwiches
A good woman, I had that shit
But I had to be seen with the baddest bitch
Don’t know how to let go of my baggage
I don’t even know what my baggage is (Yeah)
I ain’t happy, I’m hazardous (Yeah)
I ain’t care that I’m cancerous (Yeah)
I got changes to make, and let them die
I’m afraid to love, I’m terrified
I got problems I have to identify
We don’t even know who we ar?
Growin’ marriages
We have miscarriag?s
Do we even know who we are?
A bunch of savages is who we are
When I close my eyes, what do I recall? (What do I recall?)
I see endings but no happy ones at all (No happy ones at all)
I see hugs and kisses turnin’ into brawls (Turnin’ into brawls)
I see wedding pictures taken off the wall (Ooh, ooh)
I see rings go from fingers into dressers (Into dressers)
I see promises turnin’ into confessions (Turnin’ into confessions)
I see six plates turnin’ into five (Turnin’ into five)
I look up and see the saddest man alive (Ooh, ooh)
So I try
And I try to put this weight that I’ve inherited behind so I could fly
Ready or not, I gotta do it for my child
But if I ever fall short, I guess I’ll never wonder why
‘Cause who am I?
We’re some savages
Came up from broken marriages (Uh huh)
Inherit the damages
My mom and my dad had a hand in this (Uh huh)
Now the woman that’s choppin’ my bread and the woman that’s cuttin’ my sandwiches
A good woman, I had that shit
But I had to be seen with the baddest bitch
Don’t know how to let go of my baggage
I don’t even know what my baggage is (Yeah)
I ain’t happy, I’m hazardous (Yeah)
I ain’t care that I’m cancerous (Yeah)
I got changes to make, and let them die
I’m afraid to love, I’m terrified
I got problems I have to identify
We don’t even know who we are
Growin’ marriages
We have miscarriages
Do we even know who we are?
A bunch of savages is who we are
We don’t even know who we are
Growin’ marriages
We have miscarriages
Do we even know who we are?
A bunch of savages is who we are
I got good traits from my father
But I got a couple of bad ones too
Unconditional love and uncontrollable anger too
It’s like I don’t have no clue
The damage that my hands could do
I raise hell when I’m mad at me
Imagine if I get mad at you
Let’s say you were in my shoes
In between rage, and abuse
But a man says he loves you
I bet you wouldn’t wanna love too, uh
You wouldn’t wanna love either
Meet a good one and leave her
The things you shown him can’t repeat ’em
Breed ’em, beat ’em
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