Broken Record

(Intro)
The same song
Singing the same song, hey
Quit bringing me up
Then turning me down
Thought you was holding me close
My thoughts consuming me now

(Chorus 1)
I’m going far far away, far away away
Far away, far far away
You know why, you know why, you know why
I’m going far far away, far away away
Far away, far far away
I don’t cry, I don’t cry, I don’t cry

(Verse 1)
I’m lovestruck, stuck in the same rut
Down shit’s creek, let the holy water seep through
Been through enough tough luck
To know if she after me
Or if she after some Spike Lees or nice jewels
No shame in her game, Céline bags to sport
Some Nike Airs, a new coupe
Her friends praying for the same
No similes, no metaphors
I keep it high-key, I mean haiku
They want me to say I do
Some of these bitches ain’t even got I.D
Said she heard on my iTunes
And to be honest she admire me
Told her don’t take it in vain
But you ain’t in my league, my league ivy

(Refrain 1)
I’m looking for my Erykah Badu
My India Arie
I’m looking for my Lauryn Hill
Guess no Sade for me
But she still

(Pre-Chorus 1)
Singing the same song
Wish I could wash my sins away
Singing the same song
Even if my record never breaks
Singing the same song
Wish my pain would fade away
Singing the same song
Singing the same song

(Chorus 2)
I’m going far far away, far away away
Far away, far far away
You know why, you know why, you know why
I’m going far far away, far away away
Far away, far far away
I don’t cry, I don’t cry, I don’t cry

(Verse 2)
I’m lovestruck, stuck in the same rut
Down shit’s creek, let the holy water seep through
Been through enough tough luck, would you believe
I took everything the good Lord threw
Adam at least had Eve, who knew
Eventually women would only choose
To sweat out they calories
Depending on your salary
It just proves pussy is power
Nothing else matters
Minutes turn to hours
Blindsided by pink matter
Hootie hoo, I want your cooties
I want your hotbox, your nootch
Reaching for your honey pot
Baby girl, I want your juice

(Refrain 2)
I’m looking for my Whitney Houston
I need me some Alicia Keys
I’m looking for my Mary J
Guess no Aaliyah for me

(Pre-Chorus 2)
Singing the same song
Wish I could wash my sins away
Singing the same song
Even if my record never breaks
Singing the same song
Wish my pain would fade away
Singing the same song
Singing the same song
Like a broken record, yeah