Core - Breaking Bad Lyrics

I'm cooking some glass to earn that much money
I said I need some cash to feed my family
You ain't leaving me here because l'm gonna kill her
We work fifty fifty
We're gonna sell to that motherf*cker
I think I'm breaking bad
He's targeting my life for those shiny crystals
He's playing with that knife, and he makes it rowl
You start playing with me, it's not going to end well
Please set me free, I no more want to sell
Yeah, yeah
I think 'm breaking bad
Ho
Gotcha, gotcha
Gotcha, gotcha
Gotcha, gotcha
Gotcha, gotcha
Ho yeah
Ho no
Ho yeah
We got some pounds to sell, lost in the desert for now
We got to get out of that hell, and I think I know how
That place is not too far, going there in a bad mood
So where's that little bastard that's going to sell our goods
Hey yeah
I think 'm breaking bad
Hoooo
I think l'm breaking bad
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I think l'm breaking bad
Slow down
Yeah
I think I'm breaking
Bad