Bust Your Kneecaps - Pomplamoose

I bust the windows out ya car And no it didn't mend my broken heart I'll probably always have these ugly scars But right now I don't care about that part I bust the windows out ya car After I saw you laying next to her I didn't wanna but I took my turn I'm glad I did it cause you had to learn I must admit it helped a little bit To think of how you'd feel when you saw it I didn't know that I had that much strength But I'm glad you see what happens when You see can't just play with people's feelings Tell them you love them and don't mean it You'll probably say that it was juvenile But I think that I deserve to smile I bust the windows out ya car You know I did it cause I left my mark Wrote my initials with the crowbar And then I drove off into the dark I bust the windows out ya car You should feel lucky that that's all I did After five whole years of this bullshit Gave you all of me and you played with it I must admit it helped a little bit To think of how you'd feel when you saw it I didn't know that I had that much strength But I'm glad you see what happens when You see you can't just play with people's feelings Tell them you love them and don't mean it You'll probably say that it was juvenile But I think that I deserve to smile But it don't comfort to my broken heart You could never feel how I felt that day Until it happens baby you don't know pain Oh yeah I did it (Yeah I did it) You should know it (You should know it) I ain't sorry (I ain't sorry) You deserved it (You deserved it) After what you did to me (After what you did) You deserved it (You deserved it) I ain't sorry (I ain't sorry) no no oh (I ain't sorry) You broke my heart So I broke ya car You caused me pain (You caused me pain) So I did the same Even though all that you did to me was much worse I had to do something to make you hurt yeah Oh but why am I still cryin'? Why am I the one whose still cryin'? Oh oh you really hurt me baby You really you really hurt me baby Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey Now watch me yoo Now watch me yule I bust the windows out ya car

* Send corrections to the typist Shit is crazy. can't believe it Ha, haha, oooh, shit We don't give a fuck about you frostin' ya hand (fuck), Cause knockin' off these bricks then often yo' man That's the kinda boss that I am (why not), And I'ma play shotgun, smoke the pores make a van Hollarin' at you so deep and so sick wit' the guns When I walk by the wake I want the cough in the stand (stand up) So hold up for one minute (what) You won't catch me in the tub, in the whip, Or the club without a gun in it, And don't come through the strip, Lookin' hard in the car, with ya motherfuckin' daughter and ya son in it Lately I been missin' my fred, the roof pop (too hot), But feel me cause he hittin' the stairs, the truth pop Niggaz think this album cuts (haha!) I'm like fuck it, I'm the nigga comin through the door wit two revolvers up (two 'em), And I'm takin' all drama, And I spent twenty thou' motherfucker so I just got more problems [Chorus] You got'sta bust yo' gun, Cause if you don't then niggaz know you won't they gon' touch yo' ones Got'sta bend yo' knife, Cause if you don't then niggaz know you won't they gon' change yo' life Aiyyo, who gotta my name huh? Who think it's a fuckin' game (c'mon) Like yo' money can't be found under the cane (y'know) Like yo' body can't be found under the trains Like this punk we'll shatter apart your brain (bla!) I'ma thug wit' no scars, and no braids, But I could aim, and shoot through the heart or your shades I'm too row, plus too quick on the gat (uh-huh) Hate water, but I leave you wit' a wills play-back I don't give a fuck if all y'all go to the cops, And I don't give a fuck if none of y'all gimmie my props I got shit in my name and my credit is worse What's to stop me from shootin' you first? FUCK YOU! (haha) I'm like tattoos, you forget that I'm there (uh-huh) To the gun fire perm your hair Miss you, and go strait through your moms rockin' chair, Through her back and it ain't stopin' there! [Chorus] - 2X Bounce my niggaz. c'mon Sheek and S.P., rock, rock on (c'mon) Bust shots 'til your glock can't pop no more (hahaha) Let it down 'til your top can't drop no more (uh-huh) Hit you up 'til your spirit where the Eagles fly (c'mon) Talk to me, if you really come back then you'll die (c'mon) Make me believe, no shirt but still got some shit up my sleeve No asthma, makin' it hard to breathe Let's go, aiyyo Styles take this motherfuckin' mic from me, c'mon Aight. aiyyo, P'll tell it like story, just like a narrator Ya don't mean it, we snappin' it like the Aligators Open ya eyes so you can see what the drama mean I hit ya man in the cheek wit' a barber blade, And I'm in the first floot at the (?) Parade Forty on the weights wit' a fifty on the garcarade Always got the route, never had the heart to beg You ain't seein' shit 'til a slug rip a part'a head [Chorus] - 4X