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Broke bad, in more ways than one. Tribute to the best show I've seen in recent years, with a deeper message.
lyrics
White
Since 13, I been fiendin' for ya, tryna taste that body
I hope you forgive my transgressions, this road been rocky
you can spot me posted up in this lobby, these questions, they got me
prayin' up to get answers, I got the digits now y'all can't stop me
pulled up to the house, from down the block, that's recon
nice clothes, mad gossip, most comin' from the ones wit the big behind
my first impression's on decline, got me questionin' if I want it still
'cause everybody I know that had it, be slick braggin', and they made me feel
inadequate like they special or somethin'...
uh, and we all made by the same dude
conquests and yo bucket list is just actions, that can't change you
y'all got cousins that bang too, so what's notches on the belt
find me the one man without flaws, Hayzeus woulda never made it without help
How many blank dreams did I sell, to women that fell for me
couple lies I ain't proud of, take it like a man if I got hell comin'
yeah I got those invitations, ain't responded so I ain't gon' live
in the afterlife, told Mr. Christ
we too straight, I just can't get wit' yo crib...but I still pray
Jesse (BITCH!)
walk in the door
see snitches and bitches and cheaters and beaters
sometimes you can find all of that in the preacher
they passin' the plate, and I'm broke as a joke
uh, them ushers is judgin', I'm hopin' they choke
maaan, cause I know heaven don't be taxin'
'cause I done lived all around the nation, my sins is pickin' up accents
wait, does God still love me?
fantasizing 'bout Playboy bunnies
in a mansion, lambos lookin' like money
while y'all wishin' my pops had never gave life
seen good, livin' the bad, and now it gets ugly
far as rap go, y'all can't touch me...hammer
came down south with the country...grammar
bars on angel wings, but they turnin' black
and my diagnosis been cancer
all I been doin'...
is givin' my sermon in pieces
y'all call it music, this is my life though
ain't too many reasons
you ain't gon' catch me up in no church
'cause I just don't see it
I know what y'all thinkin' perfection is
and I just won't be it
got my own opinions on Jesus, trust me
don't need y'all agreement
imma live my life, y'all mind yours
just kickin' back wit' my heathens
Breakin'...Bad
Chorus
I am the one who knocks
open the door, you see it
I am the one who knocks
credits
released October 2, 2013
Written, Performed, Mixed and Recorded by The Concept in Orlando, FL
Produced by Wyte Myke
Excerpt from AMC's "Breaking Bad" - Aaron Paul
