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Claire Ernst: "Broke" | LIVE Studio Performance
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Claire Ernst
Claire Ernst
Background Vocals
Ben Phillips
Ben Phillips
Percussion
Craig Young
Craig Young
Bass Guitar
Rob McNeiley
Rob McNeiley
Electric Guitar
Brent Anderson
Brent Anderson
Acoustic Guitar
Joe Trentacosti
Joe Trentacosti
Performer
Jerry Roe
Jerry Roe
Drums
Dave Cohen
Dave Cohen
Keyboards
Chris DuBois
Chris DuBois
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Claire Ernst
Claire Ernst
Songwriter
Brent Anderson
Brent Anderson
Songwriter
Chris DuBois
Chris DuBois
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Claire Ernst
Claire Ernst
Producer
Ben Phillips
Ben Phillips
Producer
Joe Trentacosti
Joe Trentacosti
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

You're lucky that you're cute 'Cause if you didn't look like that I'd already packed my bags But that ain't no excuse For that piece of shit you drop Make me pick you up all the time You'd always split the bill Always tryna smoke my weed Saying "I'ma hit you back next week" Boy, I know you never will That I'll probably have to buy my own ring I'ma make your heart look just like your phone screen Broke Living in your momma's basement Talking 'bout you don't wanna pay rent Say that you're saving, saving Saving for what? Another eighty-dollar t-shirt you can wear on the bus I'm done with making out 'Cause the whole time I'm thinking 'bout your bank account I've been tryna lock out to find a way around The elephant in the room You ain't got a job and I do You're lucky that you're cute 'Cause if you didn't look like that I'd already packed my bags But that ain't no excuse For that piece of shit you drop Make me pick you up all the time You'd always split the bill Always tryna smoke my weed Saying "I'ma hit you back next week" Boy, I know you never will That I'll probably have to buy my own ring I'ma make your heart look just like your phone screen Broke, uh Broke, hmm Broke, hmm And I, I remember that first night You were looking so damn fine I swear I've never seen any eyes that blue Standing a six-foot-two I was so busy looking there cute I never even stopped to think That you never even bought me a drink Boy, I'm done with making out 'Cause the whole time I'm thinking 'bout your bank account I've been tryna lock out to find a way around The elephant in the room You ain't got a job and I do Yeah, you're lucky that you're cute 'Cause if you didn't look like that I'd already packed my bags But that ain't no excuse For that piece of shit you drop Make me pick you up all the time Yeah, you'd always split the bill Always tryna smoke my weed Saying "I'ma hit you back next week" Boy, I know you never will That I'll probably have to buy my own ring I'ma make your heart look just like your phone screen Broke, uh Broke, hmm Broke, hmm I'ma make your heart look just like your phone screen
Writer(s): Charles Christopher Du Bois, Brent Anderson, Claire Elizabeth Ernst Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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