Cracked Melody Lyrics:
So guarantee I'm coming in with that dirty momentum 
It's the grimy beats and the caffeine that keep me walking every step with intention 
I've been lost for a while, so what? I fell asleep when they were giving directions
I got a few stories and the cops almost caught me
Cause i've never really been the best at jumping the fences
And my intentions? Always justified
You left me in the back of your mind
So guarantee i'll be pressing impressions into the back of your mind
Till the day that I die 
Cause i'm a stubborn mother fucker
Stuck up, conceded mother fucker
Step to me, i'll take your girl mother fucker
While i'm at it i'll pick pocket your wallet, replace with a pamphlet for the anonymous alcoholic 
Call it what you will
Tie me down with that chase, shoot me up with that thrill
We've been running together down in this gutter forever 
So by now I know the drill

Early morning eyes focused on the rising sun
I had this gun in my hand since dinner was done
And i can't remember back to when this was fun

So I said hun, you can guarantee cruising to that cracked melody
I couldn't tell by the way you were dancing with me
She said her lips pressed so close to me
But i had to leave her alone to stand 
Cause i'm always changing and manipulating 
Always formulating a plan to pick and gather all the crumbs that I can
Guarantee i'd leave her disappointed
Anointed with the blood that I've shed sitting on her head
So I left her untouched I left her unaffected
Lit my nicotine crutch, continued on as a skeptic
And i meant it when I told you not to give me that line
Soon i'm searching in your carpet smoking everything that I find
Ah fuck! 
Here i am back to square one again
Memory of my mom, dad's tung in her hand
Enmeshed with what the fuck just happened 
I got numbers on this napkin with names to match em
But when i'm an active fiend, sex don't mean a thing
So I through it away, fled the scene (ha!)
Waking up on these floors It's becoming routine
But first bus of the day I get my pick of the seat
It's the same old same like

Early morning eyes focused on the rising sun 
Still holding this gun and dinner's been done 
And I can't remember back to when this was fun

You See this gun? It's the needle it's the pen
It's life it's death, it's wanting love but choosing sex
I got so much that I want to spill and express
But I got brillo stuck in my chest
And I sold my paints for a check... Damn
I sold my paints for a check

Instrumental credit: EmptyBeatz 
Lyrical credit: Sam Mackey

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Cracked Melody

BiggieBrown

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Instrumental: "pieceofmind" prod. BluntedBeatz 