Bad Guy
I really thought that this time would be something different
I'm wishing now I would of listen to my intuition
Telling me you all for me but I could peep the distance
And when you looking at your phone I could peep the difference
Telling me why you always stepping out
Saying that you love me
Why your love feeling like dought
Whenever shit hits the fan
You wanna go fuck around
And I'm expected to stay here
And hold you down oh no
Now you blaming me
For the games you play
Put the shame on me when I run away
See you made me cry
Told me all these lies
Yet some how
I ended up being the bad guy
I ended up being the bad guy
How you lie and I end up being the bad guy
How you lie and I end up being the bad guy, bad guy yea
So tell me what's the difference dose she listen more
Is she really gifted
I need some types of answers cause the shit got me all twisted
And when it comes to you it always
It always seems like something's missing
Waiting on your call
While I'm cursing out your pictures
Don't want to hurt no more
But I can't stop fucking with you
And I don't think the comfort can come from you
If anything you cuase me more pain, Pain
Now you blaming me
For the games you play
Put the shame on me when I run away
See you made me cry
Told me all these lies
Yet some how
I ended up being the bad guy
I ended up being the bad guy
How you lie and I end up being the bad guy
How you lie and I end up being the bad guy
Bad guy, bad guy yea
I'm wishing now I would of listen to my intuition
Telling me you all for me but I could peep the distance
And when you looking at your phone I could peep the difference
Telling me why you always stepping out
Saying that you love me
Why your love feeling like dought
Whenever shit hits the fan
You wanna go fuck around
And I'm expected to stay here
And hold you down oh no
Now you blaming me
For the games you play
Put the shame on me when I run away
See you made me cry
Told me all these lies
Yet some how
I ended up being the bad guy
I ended up being the bad guy
How you lie and I end up being the bad guy
How you lie and I end up being the bad guy, bad guy yea
So tell me what's the difference dose she listen more
Is she really gifted
I need some types of answers cause the shit got me all twisted
And when it comes to you it always
It always seems like something's missing
Waiting on your call
While I'm cursing out your pictures
Don't want to hurt no more
But I can't stop fucking with you
And I don't think the comfort can come from you
If anything you cuase me more pain, Pain
Now you blaming me
For the games you play
Put the shame on me when I run away
See you made me cry
Told me all these lies
Yet some how
I ended up being the bad guy
I ended up being the bad guy
How you lie and I end up being the bad guy
How you lie and I end up being the bad guy
Bad guy, bad guy yea
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Writer(s): Tifanny Soto
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