Elise Estrada - Broke Lyrics
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Broke
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What Are The Lyrics For Broke By Elise Estrada?
I'm broke, broke
Breitling is sitting on my nightstand, it's been a while since I put you on All that bling is laying on my nightstand, collecting dust It might as well be gone It's funny how material things used to matter (Crazy what we take for granted) But every time I see that ring it gets sadder 'Cause I lost everything I'm worth I'm broke, broke, I don't wanna be without you I'm broke, broke, I lost everything I lost you baby No hope, can't cope, I'm left here all alone I'd burn every dollar if you come back home I'm broke, broke, I lost everything I lost you baby I'm broke Who knew, that you could loose it so fast I bet it all on a single head Who knew if you don't protect your love it won't last It took you late to make me understand It's funny how material things used to matter (Crazy what we take for granted) But every time I see that ring it gets sadder 'Cause I lost everything I'm worth I'm broke, broke, I don't wanna be without you I'm broke, broke, I lost everything I lost you baby No hope, can't cope, I'm left here all alone I'd burn every dollar if you come back home I'm broke, broke, I lost everything I lost you baby I'm broke I'm broke can't never thought it'll come to this Now how am I supposed to live Without the one thing You matter the most I'm broke, broke I lost it all I'm broke, broke So come back home I'm broke, broke, I don't wanna be without you I'm broke, broke, I lost everything I lost you baby No hope, can't cope, I'm left here all alone I'd burn every dollar if you come back home I'm broke, broke, I lost everything I lost you baby I'm broke |
Who Wrote Broke By Elise Estrada?
Adam Hurstfield, Anthony George Anderson, Steven Andrew Smith
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