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Nasty C – Broken Marriages Lyrics

We’re some savages

Came up from broken marriages (Uh huh)

Inherit the damages

My mom and my dad had a hand in this (Uh huh)

Now the woman that’s choppin’ my bread and the woman that’s cuttin’ my sandwiches

A good woman, I had that shit

But I had to be seen with the baddest bitch

Don’t know how to let go of my baggage

I don’t even know what my baggage is (Yeah)

I ain’t happy, I’m hazardous (Yeah)

I ain’t care that I’m cancerous (Yeah)

I got changes to make, and let them die

I’m afraid to love, I’m terrified

I got problems I have to identify

We don’t even know who we ar?

Growin’ marriages

We have miscarriag?s

Do we even know who we are?

A bunch of savages is who we are

When I close my eyes, what do I recall? (What do I recall?)

I see endings but no happy ones at all (No happy ones at all)

I see hugs and kisses turnin’ into brawls (Turnin’ into brawls)

I see wedding pictures taken off the wall (Ooh, ooh)

I see rings go from fingers into dressers (Into dressers)

I see promises turnin’ into confessions (Turnin’ into confessions)

I see six plates turnin’ into five (Turnin’ into five)

I look up and see the saddest man alive (Ooh, ooh)

So I try

And I try to put this weight that I’ve inherited behind so I could fly

Ready or not, I gotta do it for my child

But if I ever fall short, I guess I’ll never wonder why

‘Cause who am I?

We’re some savages

Came up from broken marriages (Uh huh)

Inherit the damages

My mom and my dad had a hand in this (Uh huh)

Now the woman that’s choppin’ my bread and the woman that’s cuttin’ my sandwiches

A good woman, I had that shit

But I had to be seen with the baddest bitch

Don’t know how to let go of my baggage

I don’t even know what my baggage is (Yeah)

I ain’t happy, I’m hazardous (Yeah)

I ain’t care that I’m cancerous (Yeah)

I got changes to make, and let them die

I’m afraid to love, I’m terrified

I got problems I have to identify

We don’t even know who we are

Growin’ marriages

We have miscarriages

Do we even know who we are?

A bunch of savages is who we are

We don’t even know who we are

Growin’ marriages

We have miscarriages

Do we even know who we are?

A bunch of savages is who we are

I got good traits from my father

But I got a couple of bad ones too

Unconditional love and uncontrollable anger too

It’s like I don’t have no clue

The damage that my hands could do

I raise hell when I’m mad at me

Imagine if I get mad at you

Let’s say you were in my shoes

In between rage, and abuse

But a man says he loves you

I bet you wouldn’t wanna love too, uh

You wouldn’t wanna love either

Meet a good one and leave her

The things you shown him can’t repeat ’em

Breed ’em, beat ’em