bad!
Nothing left to say, 'cause you see what you see
I like bad things, it's something that's appealing to me
Can you help me? Tell me, am I being healthy
Baby, living with no worries is a dream
Three shots, and I feel it
Yes, I'm armed, but conceal it
They like, "Homie, where you been at?"
"How are things, and how you feeling?"
You can say that I'm a villain
But the scale is steady tipping
On a beat I do the ripping
Are you staying, or you skipping
Yuh, heads turn when I'm in proximity
I travel on a cloud, but I keep stability
You'll never catch me ever stressing over little things
Got this ice around my wrist, and it's all in ink
Yes, so perfect. The world, you deserve it
Your feelings, not working
You're damaged, not broken
My thoughts have resurfaced, but I'm not in pain
But rolling up a wood can have me set anyway
Like yuh
I don't tie the laces on my shoes, like whoa
Out the way, I got something to prove
Like huh
You can play, I'll teach you all the rules, like whoa
Think I had enough, I grab the noose
Like huh
Everything is falling into place
It's just me, myself, and I. With decisions on my plate
Do I want that fifth of Henny? Will it all be a mistake
Better cop myself a pillow for the night, just in case
I say ay
Gripping on my hand so suddenly
Intentions come to surface, and then doing it is fun to me
100 on the dash with my bro, it was brotherly
You better stay alert, I'm coming sharp, like some cutlery
So cold, so cold, no Frozone
I just go stupid, loco
Gas got time moving slow mo
Murk you, and I do it solo
Nothing left to say, 'cause you see what you see
I like bad things, it's something that's appealing to me
Can you help me? Tell me, am I being healthy
Baby, living with no worries is a dream
Nothing left to say, 'cause you see what you see
I like bad things, it's something that's appealing to me
Can you help me? Tell me, am I being healthy
Baby, living with no worries is a dream
Nothing left to say, 'cause you see what you see
I like bad things, it's something that's appealing to me
Can you help me? Tell me, am I being healthy
Baby, living with no worries is a dream
I said nothing left to say, 'cause you see what you see
I like bad things, it's something that's appealing to me
Can you help me? Tell me, am I being healthy
Baby, living with no worries is a dream
I like bad things, it's something that's appealing to me
Can you help me? Tell me, am I being healthy
Baby, living with no worries is a dream
Three shots, and I feel it
Yes, I'm armed, but conceal it
They like, "Homie, where you been at?"
"How are things, and how you feeling?"
You can say that I'm a villain
But the scale is steady tipping
On a beat I do the ripping
Are you staying, or you skipping
Yuh, heads turn when I'm in proximity
I travel on a cloud, but I keep stability
You'll never catch me ever stressing over little things
Got this ice around my wrist, and it's all in ink
Yes, so perfect. The world, you deserve it
Your feelings, not working
You're damaged, not broken
My thoughts have resurfaced, but I'm not in pain
But rolling up a wood can have me set anyway
Like yuh
I don't tie the laces on my shoes, like whoa
Out the way, I got something to prove
Like huh
You can play, I'll teach you all the rules, like whoa
Think I had enough, I grab the noose
Like huh
Everything is falling into place
It's just me, myself, and I. With decisions on my plate
Do I want that fifth of Henny? Will it all be a mistake
Better cop myself a pillow for the night, just in case
I say ay
Gripping on my hand so suddenly
Intentions come to surface, and then doing it is fun to me
100 on the dash with my bro, it was brotherly
You better stay alert, I'm coming sharp, like some cutlery
So cold, so cold, no Frozone
I just go stupid, loco
Gas got time moving slow mo
Murk you, and I do it solo
Nothing left to say, 'cause you see what you see
I like bad things, it's something that's appealing to me
Can you help me? Tell me, am I being healthy
Baby, living with no worries is a dream
Nothing left to say, 'cause you see what you see
I like bad things, it's something that's appealing to me
Can you help me? Tell me, am I being healthy
Baby, living with no worries is a dream
Nothing left to say, 'cause you see what you see
I like bad things, it's something that's appealing to me
Can you help me? Tell me, am I being healthy
Baby, living with no worries is a dream
I said nothing left to say, 'cause you see what you see
I like bad things, it's something that's appealing to me
Can you help me? Tell me, am I being healthy
Baby, living with no worries is a dream
Credits
Writer(s): Nile Collins
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