Lyrics:
My Broken Souvenirs

Translation: Pussycat. My Broken Souvenirs.

not my fault And it's not my fault And it's not my fault And it's not my fault And it's not my fault And it's not my fault And it's not my fault If

the alligator You fly right my fly is greater Multiply the money add the bitches subtract the haters She said [Chorus: Sophie Green] I don't want no broke niggas no no I don't want no broke

white boys for fun [Female Singer] Don't come my way Hawks feel the day Things don't change, oh no Don't you come my way Come my way See the day, oh

And all I know for sure, all I know for real Is knowing doesn't mean so much When placed against the feeling, the heat inside When bodies meet, when fingers touch All my

I just can't get back to mine, ohh When you went away, nothing I could say Could ever bring you back to me Your lipstick cherry red the hours in my bed Still haunts my

naivety A laptop souvenir is worth the weight in silver and golden, son You'll be home again and I'll be home again Mend in my sleep, I'm boxing under

a cardiogram Set up so it cuts out when you cry or laugh Worked by those Who if you screw up treat you to a broken nose If you tap your toes Passive

in To have and to hold It's not worth it's weight in gold Here in my music box Are old souvenirs Love that was promised through the years The hinges are broken