Broke and Lit
This song fuses surreal 90s soul-punk textures with a trashy basement pop-punk heart. The verses ride layered beats with glitching koto loops, sitar stabs, and pan flute fills, creating a chaotic but oddly soulful groove. The choruses explode into classic pogo-punk fury: fast downstrokes, gang shouts, and sticky hooks. The spoken word interlude drips with snark, then the band slams back in harder than ever. It’s snotty, experimental, and gloriously unpolished—a weird collision of world-instrument samples and basement anthems.
Broke and Lit
This song fuses surreal 90s soul-punk textures with a trashy basement pop-punk heart. The verses ride layered beats with glitching koto loops, sitar stabs, and pan flute fills, creating a chaotic but oddly soulful groove. The choruses explode into classic pogo-punk fury: fast downstrokes, gang shouts, and sticky hooks. The spoken word interlude drips with snark, then the band slams back in harder than ever. It’s snotty, experimental, and gloriously unpolished—a weird collision of world-instrument samples and basement anthems.
Lyrics
Got holes in my shoes
and a couch for a bed
Stayin' alive off ramen and moldy bread
But my stereo’s keep blastin', shakin' the floor
Don’t need no riches, pump up the volume more more more! (Yea!)
All my friends are broke like me,
Scraping by, but feeling free! (HEY!)
We’re broke as shit but we’re lit as hell!
Can’t pay rent but we scream and yell!
Got no gold chains, no credit line,
But tonight we shine, yeah tonight we shine!
We’re broke as shit but we’re lit as hell!
Still raisin' fists, still ringin' bells!
Got no money clip, no fancy wine,
But tonight we shine, yeah tonight we shine!
Got a flat beer can anna broke microphone stand
We Kings of the alley with trash to command
Credit score’s tanked but the mood’s sky high
Who needs a Benz when a board can fly?
All my friends are broke like me,
Livin' large is a luxury! (HEY!)
We’re broke as shit but we’re lit as hell!
Can’t pay rent but we scream and yell!
Got no gold chains, no credit line,
But tonight we shine, yeah tonight we shine!
We’re broke as shit but we’re lit as hell!
Still raisin' fists, still ringin' bells!
Got no money clip, no fancy wine,
But tonight we shine, yeah tonight we shine!
“Listen...
You can keep your yachts
and your shiny teeth.
We got mismatched socks,
And dollar store beef,
We’re broke,
we’re loud,
But we’re hella free!" (Yea!)
Value menu royalty! (HEY!)
Dumpster-divin’ destiny! (HEY!)
Can’t stop, won’t stop, this is our show
Swagga like sultans with no dough to blow!
We’re broke as shit but we’re lit as hell!
Can’t pay rent but we scream and yell!
Got no gold chains, no credit line,
But tonight we shine, yeah tonight we shine!
We’re broke as shit but we’re lit as hell!
Still raisin' fists, still ringin' bells!
Got no money clip, no fancy wine,
But tonight we shine, yeah tonight we shine!
(Yeah tonight we shine....)