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Thugs Broken Heart
by Jacob Rothschild
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Welcome to the diary of a thugs broken heart
She my lover
She my only lover
She, she my lover
Yeah she, she's my lover
Ugh she, she my lover
Yeah she my only lover
Yeah she, she my lover
Yeah she, She, SHE
Check itttt
She my lover
She's my only lover
And she, she is my garden
I want to grow beside her
Right now I can't live with her
But I can't live without her
At night I think about her
Yeah I
I dream about her
And she so tatted up
She's so tatted up
Don't you use that excuse
To then try to hit her up
And then try to talk her up
I might have to fûçk you up
Don't try to press your luck
I don't give a million fûçkš
And no I can't deny her
That she, she take me higher
And I, I do admire
Her eyes and her attire
I'll make this platinum record
Then make her ašš retire
She cradle my papaya
And yea she she take me higher
And yeah she, she is my savior
And I am her Messiah
And I, I am so biased to her
She is my queen
I'd sell my soul for money
To buy her anything
I'd buy her anything
Even a wedding ring
She is the tempo playing
I am the tambourine
She is my orange juice
I am the tangerine
She's the Atlantic Ocean
I'm floating in her sea
If I'm an alcoholic
Then she's my Hennessy
She is for me what Nashville
Is for Tennessee
It don't take much to see
That she's one of a kind
She mean to me what Kaepernick means to 49
I think that she's a dime
Believe that she's all mine
If she's the love potion
I'm the number nine
She love to give me brain
To get inside my mind
To her, I'm Johnny Cash
I always walk the line
She don't want me to spend money
But rather I spend time
She means to me what Union means to Soviet
She means to me what Romeo means to Juliet
If I am Clark Kent then she's the Louis Lane
If I am Peter Parker she's my Mary Jane
N' no I can't deny
That she's always on my mind
And when I was a grape
She turned me into wine
Can't get her off my brain
When-ever we're apart
So here's the diary of a thugs broken heart
She my lover
She my only lover
Ugh she, she my lover
Yea she, she my lover
Yeah she my only lover
Yeah she, she's my lover
Yeah she, she's my lover
Yeah she, She, SHEÊĘ
Check ittt
(Gûįtâr' §pęâk)
She can try pretending…
She's not reminiscing about us…
The truth is…
The past, present and future…
All exist together simultaneously…
Welcome to the diary of a thugs broken heart
She my lover
She my only lover
She, she my lover
Yeah she, she's my lover
Ugh she, she my lover
Yeah she my only lover
Yeah she, she my lover
Yeah she, She, SHE
Check itttt
She my lover
She's my only lover
And she, she is my garden
I want to grow beside her
Right now I can't live with her
But I can't live without her
At night I think about her
Yeah I
I dream about her
And she so tatted up
She's so tatted up
Don't you use that excuse
To then try to hit her up
And then try to talk her up
I might have to fûçk you up
Don't try to press your luck
I don't give a million fûçkš
And no I can't deny her
That she, she take me higher
And I, I do admire
Her eyes and her attire
I'll make this platinum record
Then make her ašš retire
She cradle my papaya
And yea she she take me higher
And yeah she, she is my savior
And I am her Messiah
And I, I am so biased to her
She is my queen
I'd sell my soul for money
To buy her anything
I'd buy her anything
Even a wedding ring
She is the tempo playing
I am the tambourine
She is my orange juice
I am the tangerine
She's the Atlantic Ocean
I'm floating in her sea
If I'm an alcoholic
Then she's my Hennessy
She is for me what Nashville
Is for Tennessee
It don't take much to see
That she's one of a kind
She mean to me what Kaepernick means to 49
I think that she's a dime
Believe that she's all mine
If she's the love potion
I'm the number nine
She love to give me brain
To get inside my mind
To her, I'm Johnny Cash
I always walk the line
She don't want me to spend money
But rather I spend time
She means to me what Union means to Soviet
She means to me what Romeo means to Juliet
If I am Clark Kent then she's the Louis Lane
If I am Peter Parker she's my Mary Jane
N' no I can't deny
That she's always on my mind
And when I was a grape
She turned me into wine
Can't get her off my brain
When-ever we're apart
So here's the diary of a thugs broken heart
She my lover
She my only lover
Ugh she, she my lover
Yea she, she my lover
Yeah she my only lover
Yeah she, she's my lover
Yeah she, she's my lover
Yeah she, She, SHEÊĘ
Check ittt
(Gûįtâr' §pęâk)
She can try pretending…
She's not reminiscing about us…
The truth is…
The past, present and future…
All exist together simultaneously…
