Lyrics Broken Dreams - CD-G Karaoke

Picking out my winner circle
With ungodly hands
I got a real taste for dying
I ain't do it man
Chrysanthemum trigger fingers is the upper hand
But upper echelon to that mother fucker uncle sam
Brushing through my hair
With the silver tone I do or dare
Drug administration wrecked everyone
As if I didn't care

Rolling down the lonely boulevard of broken dreams
Rolling down the lonely boulevard of broken dreams

That shit it hot man, icy yeah so it seems
It's the best I could come up with I just wanna sing
If I don't got drip or a clip
I guess it doesn't matter with these types of things
Yo, man, I don't know
Japanese Anime is what I pick out for a show
If I get frisky, I might just do a
lie-lie-lie-line of blow
I don't got the spark or the heart
College and girlfriend is truly
Just a mother fucking work of art
She said write it all down, yeah that's a start
No one want to hear me rap bitch
That's a fact
It's a gif
Not a trap
It's defense
Not attack
It's a gift
Not a sack
Hold my spliff, I don't do that
Ungodly hands unfit for such things as a king
Medieval times and a whole lot of bling
Unoriginal for using one lyric in everything
Flow is easy light a match
Sip your drink, sit on down
Take time out to think

Rolling down the lonely boulevard of broken dreams
Rolling down the lonely boulevard of broken dreams

Green Day, custom Balmain
On mother fucking everything
Yo they call me Dro it's not just
Drone cuz I be droning
Lightweight like I'm mother fucking Conan
In the basement like it's snowing
Haha yeah i'm rhymin and they knowin
It's a game and I'll just show em
It's not really important
Like Snow White and The Seven Dwarfs
And if you see me you not endorsing
Then you'll prolly go out
Get a little Tiny dorsal fin
Dolphin ass who's with him
Free Willy Columbia Pics
Yo these women they're all on my dicks
When they come over we watching flicks
After that I'll give them the tips
Maybe then I'll got to the Ritz
And buy a tuxedo