I Guess I'm the Bad Guy
(Waiting for a phone call home)
(Oh)
(Oh)
(Yeah it is me)
(Reminiscing the lost love)
(Oh)
(Oh)
(Woah)
I don't wanna die yet
They want me to fall
Hold the pistol to my head
But I could never take it all
I was sitting in my bed one day
Thinking how it would it be
If I tried a little less and then I took it all away
One shot
They wantin' me off the block
Sentiment all was just lost
Computer is loaded with raps that I made like my faith
Let's talk
But my chance washed away like chalk
Okay
Wanted me to dissapear here in peace
Wanna be alone here to make a million a week
Will I die young? Well we gotta wait here and see
I'd prefer to die here in my dreams
I could never be enough
When I sat in front of class
And the kids act tough
They all just wanna touch
But I keep me a pole
And my life means nothin'
If I'm on the run
I try and keep distance
I remember soundcloud
I do not miss it
Why is it so much pressure?
Keeping with school and my raps and my letters
I hate this weather
It's just getting worse
I felt at my low
When we were in december
I cannot remember the days
I was lost in my faith
And they hate me so much
That it actually made me better
I'm a free man
For a lost cause
They all think it's me against the shot clock
I know I am not wrong
She was just using me
Fake
No love for me I'm okay
I'm gonna be great
But that's just what you'll see
Please think twice
Before you try to be me
I'm not dramatic
'Cause this is what happened, she lied
Now it made me seem like I'm the bad guy
(Oh)
(Oh)
(Yeah it is me)
(Reminiscing the lost love)
(Oh)
(Oh)
(Woah)
I don't wanna die yet
They want me to fall
Hold the pistol to my head
But I could never take it all
I was sitting in my bed one day
Thinking how it would it be
If I tried a little less and then I took it all away
One shot
They wantin' me off the block
Sentiment all was just lost
Computer is loaded with raps that I made like my faith
Let's talk
But my chance washed away like chalk
Okay
Wanted me to dissapear here in peace
Wanna be alone here to make a million a week
Will I die young? Well we gotta wait here and see
I'd prefer to die here in my dreams
I could never be enough
When I sat in front of class
And the kids act tough
They all just wanna touch
But I keep me a pole
And my life means nothin'
If I'm on the run
I try and keep distance
I remember soundcloud
I do not miss it
Why is it so much pressure?
Keeping with school and my raps and my letters
I hate this weather
It's just getting worse
I felt at my low
When we were in december
I cannot remember the days
I was lost in my faith
And they hate me so much
That it actually made me better
I'm a free man
For a lost cause
They all think it's me against the shot clock
I know I am not wrong
She was just using me
Fake
No love for me I'm okay
I'm gonna be great
But that's just what you'll see
Please think twice
Before you try to be me
I'm not dramatic
'Cause this is what happened, she lied
Now it made me seem like I'm the bad guy
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Writer(s): Matthew Goldbaum
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