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Orbit of the Broke 2 by l

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Orbit of the Broke 2

Hip Hop,male vocals

0:002:16
Lyrics
Description
(Intro) Yo, satellite dome, but broke to the bone, New York’s own clown, signal lost, all alone.
(Verse 1) Yo, you floatin’ in space with that big head dome, But your pockets so empty, you ain’t never home. Hustle in the city where the cold winds bite, But you shiver in your dreams, can’t keep up the fight.
You beam to the stars, but your cash stayin’ low, Subway rats got more change than your broke flow. Queens to Brooklyn, your signal’s a joke, Satellite head, but you broke as a Coke.
(Chorus) Big head satellite, lost in the static, NYC streets see you, broke and erratic. Signal’s up, but your funds stayin’ down, King of the broke, wearin’ poverty’s crown.
(Verse 2) You orbit the block, but can’t buy a slice, Dollar menu dreams, life’s cold as ice. Talk a big game, but your wallet’s on mute, NYC’s finest, but you ain’t got loot.
Broadcast your failures, no bars, no clout, Satellite head but nobody’s about. You big in your mind, but small in the grind, Broke New York legend, lost in rewind.
(Chorus) Big head satellite, lost in the static, NYC streets see you, broke and erratic. Signal’s up, but your funds stayin’ down, King of the broke, wearin’ poverty’s crown.
(Bridge) No bridge for you, just a hard knock life, Stranded in a city of endless strife. Satellite head, but you disconnected, Dreams in the clouds, but reality’s rejected.
(Verse 3) From the BX to Harlem, your name’s a punchline, Satellite dome but broke like a bad design. You’re the glitch in the system, the joke on the block, NYC’s satellite, lost in the shock.
(Chorus) Big head satellite, lost in the static, NYC streets see you, broke and erratic. Signal’s up, but your funds stayin’ down, King of the broke, wearin’ poverty’s crown.
(Outro) So keep your dome spinning, but don’t get it twisted, In the city that never sleeps, you just got listed. Satellite head, broke in the core, NYC’s finest? Nah, you’re a bore.
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