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    Talib Kweli »

    Talib Kweli Broken Glass текст песни

    Broken Glass

    (feat. Pharrell)

    [Pharrell] Kweli!!!
    [T. Kweli] Yeah! They wasn’t expecting this! that’s why ya
    [Pharrell] Hahaha
    [T. Kweli] Gotta hope for the best and play ‘em for the worst, c’mon!
    [Pharrell] Muhfuckers is history!
    [T. Kweli] C’mon!!

    [Verse - Talib Kweli]
    This the story of — Lucy In The Sky Wit Diamonds
    Ask her why she crying, she wanna live, she got no time for dying
    Was a science, dreams too big for a small town
    She gotta get to New York and watch a door fall down
    Hopped off the Greyhound, gotta make her way now
    She sleeping on the park benches in the playground
    But cash burn quick, don’t wanna have to turn trick
    Ready to quit ’til she met the super pimp
    Flashing his toothy smile that drove little Lucy wild
    She quick to hop up on his dick straight Hoopie style
    She let the fella hit but she sang she sell-a-bit [celebate]
    He ain’t buying that, she ain’t selling it
    She looking for love in all of the above
    Believing videos, trying to back up all on a thug
    Who wanna — put it in her, withdraw like a Citi card
    But now she shake that ass for tips at the titty bar

    [Chorus - Talib Kweli (Pharrell)]
    Broken glass — everywhere! (IT’S LOUDER!!)
    Louder — than a bomb shattered in in the air (IT’S LOUDER!!)
    Try to hold back your tears baby! (IT’S LOUDER!!)
    Wait a second, what happens here baby? (IT’S LOUDER!!)
    Broken glass — everywhere! (IT’S LOUDER!!)
    Louder — than a bomb shattered in in the air, yeah
    (How many of y’all think you can do what we do?!)
    Yeah! Wait a second (One! Two! Three! C’mon!)

    [Verse - Talib Kweli]
    Dreams shattered like broken glass
    Press ignore it and your hopes get broken fast
    You complain for the life you supposed to have
    But when you try to make plans God is known to laugh
    Throw a song on the phonograph, and Lucy start wilin
    The trick start smiling, watch the loot start flying
    The Gucci start pilling up, she live designer plush
    Start lining up the coke so she could find a rush
    Time’s up, she’s about to turn 33
    Her shit started to sag, she got surgery
    Now cats are used to drive past her like a Church van
    Acting on thirst, ‘She Wants To Move’ like a N.E.R.D. fan
    Bigger house, 10,000 dollar purse fam
    She let you in, she wanted rent by the 1st man
    She the ring leader in a clique of birds
    And they shadowy, like the silhouette behind the curtain


    [Verse - Talib Kweli]
    She was a small city girl with big city dreams
    Niggaz try to figure how to get up in them jeans
    Put her in them scenes, get her on the team
    Hit her wit the cream ’til they figured out the schemes
    Now she all up in the club looking for a new love
    Really like Huey Lewis looking for a new drug
    Cause coke’s getting old, started free basing
    Graduated to crack, smack on occasion
    Not catching the bus, but back at the station
    Back and forth pacing, acting all impatient
    Last hundred dollars, she got to ‘Get By’
    Now gotta make a choice, go home or get high
    Mommy and daddy miss her, she left for the fame
    Now what’s left is the dirt that’s thrown on her name
    She need a ticket home if it’s the right course
    Instead she bought a ticket to ride the white horse


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