Bad Bad News
Don't worry 'bout me
I'll be free
Ain't got no riches, ain't got no money that runs long
But I got a heart that's strong and a love that's tall
Ain't got no name, ain't got no fancy education
But I can see right through, a powdered face on a painted fool
Let me slip through
Why you tryna hold me back?
I'm just tryna move up front
Lil more of this, lil less of that
Let me come through
I'm tired being in the back
I'm just tryna move up front
Lil more of this, lil less of that
They tell me I was born to lose
But I made a good good thing out of bad bad news
Bad, bad, news
Bad, bad, bad, bad news
Bad, bad, news
Bad, bad, bad, bad news
Bad, bad, news
Bad, bad, bad, bad news
I don't worry, don't worry, don't worry about people in my face
I hit 'em with the style and grace, and watch their ankles break
I know you wish, know you wish that I would fade away
But I got more to say, Lord, they pray
Let me slip through
Why you tryna hold me back?
I'm just tryna move up front
Lil more of this, lil less of that
Let me come through
I'm tired being in the back
I'm just tryna move up front
Lil more of this, lil less of that
They tell me I was born to lose
But I made a good good thing out of bad bad news
Bad, bad, news
Bad, bad, bad, bad news
Bad, bad, news
Bad, bad, bad, bad news
Bad, bad, news
Bad, bad, bad, bad news
Bad, bad, news
Bad, bad, bad, bad news
Bad, bad, news
Bad, bad, bad, bad news
(Bad, bad, news)
(Bad, bad, bad, bad news)
(They tell me I was born to lose
(But I made a good good thing with bad bad...)
I'll be free
Ain't got no riches, ain't got no money that runs long
But I got a heart that's strong and a love that's tall
Ain't got no name, ain't got no fancy education
But I can see right through, a powdered face on a painted fool
Let me slip through
Why you tryna hold me back?
I'm just tryna move up front
Lil more of this, lil less of that
Let me come through
I'm tired being in the back
I'm just tryna move up front
Lil more of this, lil less of that
They tell me I was born to lose
But I made a good good thing out of bad bad news
Bad, bad, news
Bad, bad, bad, bad news
Bad, bad, news
Bad, bad, bad, bad news
Bad, bad, news
Bad, bad, bad, bad news
I don't worry, don't worry, don't worry about people in my face
I hit 'em with the style and grace, and watch their ankles break
I know you wish, know you wish that I would fade away
But I got more to say, Lord, they pray
Let me slip through
Why you tryna hold me back?
I'm just tryna move up front
Lil more of this, lil less of that
Let me come through
I'm tired being in the back
I'm just tryna move up front
Lil more of this, lil less of that
They tell me I was born to lose
But I made a good good thing out of bad bad news
Bad, bad, news
Bad, bad, bad, bad news
Bad, bad, news
Bad, bad, bad, bad news
Bad, bad, news
Bad, bad, bad, bad news
Bad, bad, news
Bad, bad, bad, bad news
Bad, bad, news
Bad, bad, bad, bad news
(Bad, bad, news)
(Bad, bad, bad, bad news)
(They tell me I was born to lose
(But I made a good good thing with bad bad...)
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Writer(s): Austin Jenkins, Leon Bridges, Ricky Reed
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