Broken Records
[Intro:]
So many broken records all around me...
So many broken records all around me...
[Lil Rob - Verse 1:]
I'll do my best to explain
I got so much on the brain
That it's lame
Wanna take it back
Make it the same
But I know that I can't
Cus time goes on and doesn't stop
Not even when the batteries go dead on the clock
Nah time marches on, and
Time waits for no man
Life is cold like a snowman
Life is cold like a blizzard
Fucking up my vision and shit
Fucking up my livin and shit
I'm going cuckoo
Like the clock up on the wall
"Mirror up on the wall."
"Who's the baddest homeboy of them all?"
My mirror replied: "Why, you arе Lil Rob?"
I said: "Man, you never lie."
But I'm gеtting kind of sick of this
Life that I'm living in the world where no one listens
And the decisions that I make
I make them all to make you happy
Handing you the knife to backstab me...
[Chorus:]
Stuttered in my groove again
Something always skips you back
Back to the place you were before
And yet, you never learn from that
There's so many broken records all around me
(Ey..) So many broken records all around me
[Lil Rob - Verse 2:]
There's a lot of disrespect now days
And I don't get it
Talk alot of shit I can't respect it
You can expect that from them
But don't you expect that from me
Cus that shit is not happening
It's not the way that I do things
It's not the way it should be done
I wish I could talk sense into each and everyone
But, you'd never listen anyways
You claim to know it all
But anyways, this ain't no acting class
I ain't tryna tell you how to act
But you fools need to learn how to act with class
Even a little more class than that
To have class just don't mean you drive a Cadillac
Ey, homeboy what the fuck you tripping on?
Have a fucking drink on me
What the fuck you sipping on?
Take a breather and a chill pill
Teach them something different, homie
And that's forreal, real...
[Chorus:]
Stuttered in my groove again
Something always skips you back
Back to the place you were before
And yet, you never learn from that
There's so many broken records all around me
(Ey..) So many broken records all around me
[Lil Rob - Verse 3:]
It's a trip to me
To think where I would be
When I was younger, got a little older
Now no longer a youngster
I've learned alot, seen alot
I got shot down the block
Had to stop
Lil Rob, Chicano, Hip-Hop
Since the beginning homie
Out the Boombox and we would
Have the records spinning homie
Forward and backward
Backward and forward
Mixing and scratching
A life full of action
I spit with a passion
I get it cracking and keep it that way
I've always gotta watch my back
I hate being that way
It's a fucked up way to live, ey
Yeah but that's the way it is, wey
I couldn't explain it if you asked me to
I'm just out here tryna do
Exactly what I have to do
And what I have to do is
Try to change my life for better
Can't be walking 'round this bitch just like: "Whatever..."
[Outro:]
So many broken records all around me
So many broken records all around me...