I'm broken but ma' speakers bumping The basement's flooded With things I left behind And nothing ever seems to work for you I bet you always wonder why the fuck it's you Why the fuck it's you Why the fuck it's you I bet you always wonder why the fuck it's you Cruising down a highway With a chain on Where the racks gone Spent it on a fast car Boutta light up With the ralph's on Imma goth star Imma goth star Got lot of pills taken Bottle o decay In bad lands Living off the poison in ma' veins I'm in transit Yeah I know you never understand it Bandit, criminal offense you know I planned it What you think you know bout me Ripped jeans whip a black limousine I got lots of plugs on me I got all the drugs on me Keep a knife like american psycho Ain't the life but I'm making it right though Take a vico Turn the lights out Imma pass out Imma die young I'm broken but ma' speakers bumping The basement's flooded With things I left behind And nothing ever seems to work for you I bet you always wonder why the fuck it's you