Bad Apples
Ya going bad on me
It's sad lowkey
You keep going with these fallacies
Actually
I'm in agony
But it's plain to see
Ya going bad on me
Ya going bad on me
It's sad lowkey
You keep going with these fallacies
Actually
I'm in agony
But it's plain to see
Ya going bad on me
Nobody told me that beating the odds, a cost me a lot
That's part of the plot
I could get snaked by my dawgs and don't know the cause
So I just leave it to God
Most of the broads, done left me permanent scars
So getting involved is hard
Cuzzo be trapping for real and ducking the law
This ain't no Wizard of Oz
I bet if I give her a thou and told her to meet me at TAO, I know she'll be down
If I go losing it now, you wouldn't be found, it's sad I just figured that out
I'm from a city, where kiddies be toting them blickies and you can not settle them down
So my distrust ain't fear, it's how we cope enough to make it out
In due time,
True colors reveal
I just want what's real
And maybe I might heal in due time
True colors reveal
I just want what's real
But ya keep on keep on
Ya going bad on me
It's sad lowkey
You keep going with these fallacies
Actually
I'm in agony
But it's plain to see
Ya going bad on me
Ya going bad on me
It's sad lowkey
You keep going with these fallacies
Actually
I'm in agony
But it's plain to see
Ya going bad on me
It's sad lowkey
You keep going with these fallacies
Actually
I'm in agony
But it's plain to see
Ya going bad on me
Ya going bad on me
It's sad lowkey
You keep going with these fallacies
Actually
I'm in agony
But it's plain to see
Ya going bad on me
Nobody told me that beating the odds, a cost me a lot
That's part of the plot
I could get snaked by my dawgs and don't know the cause
So I just leave it to God
Most of the broads, done left me permanent scars
So getting involved is hard
Cuzzo be trapping for real and ducking the law
This ain't no Wizard of Oz
I bet if I give her a thou and told her to meet me at TAO, I know she'll be down
If I go losing it now, you wouldn't be found, it's sad I just figured that out
I'm from a city, where kiddies be toting them blickies and you can not settle them down
So my distrust ain't fear, it's how we cope enough to make it out
In due time,
True colors reveal
I just want what's real
And maybe I might heal in due time
True colors reveal
I just want what's real
But ya keep on keep on
Ya going bad on me
It's sad lowkey
You keep going with these fallacies
Actually
I'm in agony
But it's plain to see
Ya going bad on me
Ya going bad on me
It's sad lowkey
You keep going with these fallacies
Actually
I'm in agony
But it's plain to see
Ya going bad on me
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Writer(s): Demetrius Griffith
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