Talib Kweli - Broken Glass Lyrics
(feat. Pharrell)[Pharrell] Kweli!!![T. Kweli] Yeah! They wasn't expecting this! that's why ya[Pharrell] Hahaha[T. Kweli] Gotta hope for the best and play 'em for the worst, c'mon![Pharrell] Muh*****ers is history![T. Kweli] C'mon!![Verse - Talib Kweli]This the story of - Lucy In The Sky Wit DiamondsAsk her why she crying, she wanna live, she got no time for dyingWas a science, dreams too big for a small townShe gotta get to New York and watch a door fall downHopped off the Greyhound, gotta make her way nowShe sleeping on the park benches in the playgroundBut cash burn quick, don't wanna have to turn trickReady to quit 'til she met the super pimpFlashing his toothy smile that drove little Lucy wildShe quick to hop up on his dick straight Hoopie styleShe let the fella hit but she sang she sell-a-bit [celebate]He ain't buying that, she ain't selling itShe looking for love in all of the aboveBelieving videos, trying to back up all on a thugWho wanna - put it in her, withdraw like a Citi cardBut now she shake that ass for tips at the titty bar[Chorus - Talib Kweli (Pharrell)]Broken glass - everywhere! (IT'S LOUDER!!)Louder - than a bomb shattered in in the air (IT'S LOUDER!!)Try to hold back your tears baby! (IT'S LOUDER!!)Wait a second, what happens here baby? (IT'S LOUDER!!)Broken glass - everywhere! (IT'S LOUDER!!)Louder - than a bomb shattered in in the air, yeah(How many of y'all think you can do what we do?!)Yeah! Wait a second (One! Two! Three! C'mon!)[Verse - Talib Kweli]Dreams shattered like broken glassPress ignore it and your hopes get broken fastYou complain for the life you supposed to haveBut when you try to make plans God is known to laughThrow a song on the phonograph, and Lucy start wilinThe trick start smiling, watch the loot start flyingThe Gucci start pilling up, she live designer plushStart lining up the coke so she could find a rushTime's up, she's about to turn 33Her shit started to sag, she got surgeryNow cats are used to drive past her like a Church vanActing on thirst, 'She Wants To Move' like a N.E.R.D. fanBigger house, 10,000 dollar purse famShe let you in, she wanted rent by the 1st manShe the ring leader in a clique of birdsAnd they shadowy, like the silhouette behind the curtain[Chorus][Verse - Talib Kweli]She was a small city girl with big city dreamsNiggaz try to figure how to get up in them jeansPut her in them scenes, get her on the teamHit her wit the cream 'til they figured out the schemesNow she all up in the club looking for a new loveReally like Huey Lewis looking for a new drugCause coke's getting old, started free basingGraduated to crack, smack on occasionNot catching the bus, but back at the stationBack and forth pacing, acting all impatientLast hundred dollars, she got to 'Get By'Now gotta make a choice, go home or get highMommy and daddy miss her, she left for the fameNow what's left is the dirt that's thrown on her nameShe need a ticket home if it's the right courseInstead she bought a ticket to ride the white horse[Chorus]
