Bad Intentions

Bad intentions, bad intentions
All she ever had for me was bad intentions
Not to mention I been stressing
Oh I been stressing
I done fucked around and learned my lesson
All these questions that I got
She took my heart and left me to rot
I will not let her cuff me she's no cop
Bitch a thot bad intentions all she got
I can't ride around with no thot
That shit bouta fuckin stop
Keep blowing up my phone bitch you get blocked
Might just blow up your spot it's time to cut it all off

Time to give it a rest
Don't make me get this off my chest
Tried to give you my best
Now it's onto the next
I was born with a curse
Love my sex and I love my percs
This another sad song so you know it get worse
I tried to sober up told myself I'm over us
You left my heart opened up and let that shit turn to dust
No trust no love don't give no fucks
And when the reaper come bitch he grabbing us
Put that on my blood got me fucked up if you think we done
We ain't done 'till our graves our dug
We ain't done 'till I say we done
Burn a bridge like a blunt
Codeine in my cup moving slow I'm stuck
Fell in love with a slut
Watch the bitch get dubbed I'm done had enough
I'm not the one to love
I gave you a thousand tries now the fuckin games up

Bad intentions, bad intentions
All she ever had for me was bad intentions
Not to mention I been stressing
Oh I been stressing
I done fucked around and learned my lesson
All these questions that I got
She took my heart and left me to rot
I will not let her cuff me she's no cop
Bitch a thot bad intentions all she got
I can't ride around with no thot
That shit bouta fuckin stop
Keep blowing up my phone bitch you get blocked
Might just blow up your spot it's time to cut it all off

Break me down, drag me to hell
How's that sound, my health ain't well
Yeah, I got confessions and them shits depressing
No service round here no connection
Don't need depressants don't need no affection
Don't need attention I need a smoke session
I can't help that I'm nice with venting
Stuck on this road with no direction
No such thing as perfection when all you do is stay pretending
I know you got a hundred fuckin questions
I hope you never make it to see heaven
Bad intentions, bad intentions
You said you want me dead
That's bad intentions
I would of taken bullets for you
Now I'm sending one your way
You an infection, I got this bullet with your name

Bad intentions, bad intentions
All she ever had for me was bad intentions
Not to mention I been stressing
Oh I been stressing
I done fucked around and learned my lesson
All these questions that I got
She took my heart and left me to rot
I will not let her cuff me she's no cop
Bitch a thot bad intentions all she got
I can't ride around with no thot
That shit bouta fuckin stop
Keep blowing up my phone bitch you get blocked
Might just blow up your spot it's time to cut it all off



Credits
Writer(s): Tommy Beane
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