Broke Songtext
von Jackson Fig

Hoarding the twenty in my pocket
All week I′ve been bumming smokes
Warming up to the wall socket
Humming how life's a joke

And I′m broke

Yeah, I don't got no money
And I won't have no money after this

No, I′ll be broke


There′s an echo
Here at the bottom of the well
I may be broke
But not because I fell

Building character with all these bad deals
Keeled over in hunger pains
I'm fielding questions about what is real
From the saints

There′s an echo
Here at the bottom of the well
I may be broke
But not because I fell


No, I like it down here
And I chose, I chose to be here
Feels like home, feels like home
And I'm comfortable right here