Bad Checks
F--- the what's next, go and cash your bad checks
You got a white Bic, in your pocket.
You bought a big high, but you lost it.
Cash in, cash out while you stilll can.
You can waste time on your big dream,
Then you get scammed by your TV.
Drop in, drop out – it's a good plan.
Softcore, summer tan, racking up debt.
Narcan, coming back in a cold sweat.
So f--- the what's next,
Go and cash your bad checks.
We're down and out baby, I don't care.
I wanna feel like a millionaire,
so lets get to it.
Cause there aint' nothing wrong.
F--- the what's next, go and cash your bad checks.
It goes real life, on the big screen.
Watch the cool kids, try to act mean.
Crawling through the city on their hands and knees.
Spent a bad year in the wrong bed,
Start a new life, where you play dead.
And nothings ever easy.
Softcore, summer tan, racking up debt.
Narcan, coming back in a cold sweat.
So f--- the what's next,
Go and cash your bad checks.
We're down and out baby, I don't care.
I wanna feel like a millionaire,
so lets get to it.
Cause there aint' nothing wrong.
F--- the what's next, go and cash your bad checks.
You got a white Bic, in your pocket.
You bought a big high, but you lost it.
Cash in, cash out while you stilll can.
You can waste time on your big dream,
Then you get scammed by your TV.
Drop in, drop out – it's a good plan.
Softcore, summer tan, racking up debt.
Narcan, coming back in a cold sweat.
So f--- the what's next,
Go and cash your bad checks.
We're down and out baby, I don't care.
I wanna feel like a millionaire,
so lets get to it.
Cause there aint' nothing wrong.
F--- the what's next, go and cash your bad checks.
It goes real life, on the big screen.
Watch the cool kids, try to act mean.
Crawling through the city on their hands and knees.
Spent a bad year in the wrong bed,
Start a new life, where you play dead.
And nothings ever easy.
Softcore, summer tan, racking up debt.
Narcan, coming back in a cold sweat.
So f--- the what's next,
Go and cash your bad checks.
We're down and out baby, I don't care.
I wanna feel like a millionaire,
so lets get to it.
Cause there aint' nothing wrong.
F--- the what's next, go and cash your bad checks.
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Writer(s): Dexter Miles Tortoriello, Tom Peyton, Ryan Spraker
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