[Mr. Lif]:
Yeah yeah. Ya not ready. Welcome
Few escape, seldom
Muuuuurda
[Chorus] [Adrian Hartley]:
Every time you break my heart
Momma sends anonymous letters saying you're going to leave
Mic check one, two, one, two
What the fuck you gonna do?
[Verse One] [Mr. Lif]:
Easy for you to do damage, so savage
Cause you control whoever loves you
Plus if I confront you
You find a way to getaway without facin' the question
I should've learned my lesson
But due to second guessin'
I re-approach with high hopes
Hopin' that my lines float
You off to a better place but you gave me another taste
A vicious raw dose of sorrow
Maybe tomorrow
Things will get better, I wrote you a second letter
No responses, I'm knowin' this is nonsense
I'm tryin' to be cautious, but deep down I'm nauseous
You're so stoic, so stubborn, so hardheaded
I tried to save you life, but now forget it
I won't regret it
[Chorus] [Adrian Hartley]:
Every time you break my heart
Momma sends anonymous letters saying you're going to leave
[Mr. Lif]:
You actin' so raw
Pack your fuckin' bags up and walk the fuck out the door
[Adrian Hartley]:
Every time you break my heart
Momma sends anonymous letters saying you're going to leave
[Mr. Lif]:
After it's come so far
It's hard for me to accept it's going to end so raw
[Adrian Hartley]:
And all the places where you use my name
Be callin' my lawyer and sayin' my credit's no good
[Mr. Lif]:
But still I never really wanna say goodbye
You wonder what I think
[Adrian Hartley]:
Well I...
[Verse Two]:
...Wish that I could help her from the realms of dementia
In the center of a hurricane, you wouldn't explain
And the pain that coarse through her heart, tore her apart
Regrettin' all the things she wishin' she knew from the start
But he out angled her
Financially, strangled her
It may have been worse, if he physically mangled her
But to live in Purgatory is another murder story
Never knowin' where she stands in the eyes of this man
And he won't
Even leave her with a positive quote
And to make the torture worse he'll flash a glimmer of hope
Maybe a kiss on the cheek
Maybe a peck on the lips
But nobody knows where the fuck he goes when he dips
[Chorus] [Adrian Hartley]:
Every time you break my heart
Momma sends anonymous letters saying you're going to leave
[Mr. Lif]:
You actin' so raw
Pack your fuckin' bags up and walk the fuck out the door
[Adrian Hartley]:
Every time you break my heart
Momma sends anonymous letters saying you're going to leave
[Mr. Lif]:
After we've come so far
It's hard for me to accept it's 'bout to end so raw
[Adrian Hartley]:
And all the places where you use my name
Be callin' my lawyer and sayin' my credit's no good
[Mr. Lif]:
But still I never really wanna say goodbye
You wonder what I think
[Adrian Hartley]:
Well I...
You Break was produced by Mike Relm.