Broken Marriages

作词 : Kurtis McKenzie/Nsikayesizwe David Junior Ngcobo/Khalil Abdul-Rahman/Ifeoluwa Oladigbolu

作曲 : Kurtis McKenzie/Nsikayesizwe David Junior Ngcobo/Khalil Abdul-Rahman/Ifeoluwa Oladigbolu

We're some savages

Came up from broken marriages

Inherit the damages

My mom and my dad had a hand in this

Now the woman is chopping my bread

And the woman is cutting my sandwiches

A good woman I had that shit

But I had to be seen with the baddest b***h

And it's hard to let go of my baggage

I don't even know what my baggage is

I'm heavy I'm hazardous

I don't care that I'm cancerous

I got changes to make

I let them die

I'm afraid to love

I'm terrified

I got problems I have to identify

We don't even know who we are

Growing marriages

We have miscarriages

Do we even know who we are

A bunch of savages is who we are

When I close my eyes what do I recall

I see endings but no happy ones at all

I see hugs and kisses turning into brawls

I see wedding pictures taken off the wall

I see rings go from fingers into dressers

I see promises turn into confessions

I see 6 plates turning into 5

I look up and see the saddest man alive

So I try

And I try to put this weight that I've inherited behind

So I could fly

Ready or not, I got the door in front of my child

But if I ever fall short, I guess I'll never wonder why

Cause who am I

We're some savages

Came up from broken marriages

Inherit the damages

My mom and my dad had a hand in this

Now the woman is chopping my bread

And the woman is cutting my sandwiches

A good woman I had that shit

But I had to be seen with the baddest b***h

And it's hard to let go of my baggage

I don't even know what my baggage is

I'm heavy I'm hazardous

I don't care that I'm cancerous

I got changes to make

And let them die

I'm afraid to love

I'm terrified

I got problems I have to identify

We don't even know who we are

Growing marriages

We have miscarriages

Do we even know who we are

A bunch of savages is who we are

We don't even know who we are

Growing marriages

We have miscarriages

Do we even know who we are

A bunch of savages is who we are

I got good traits from my father

But I got a couple of bad ones too

Unconditional love and uncontrollable anger too

It's like I don't have no clue the damage that my hands could do

I raise a hand when I'm mad at me

Imagine if I get mad at you

Let's say you were in my shoes

In between rage and abuse

But a man says he loves you

I bet you wouldn't wanna love too

You wouldn't wanna love either

Meet a good one and leave her

The things you saw can't repeat 'em

Beak them, beat them