Standards.

She said that she's a trooper for me
Never smoking but I'm blowing off steam
Never too lit, but you ain't seen the team
That man think he funny; bro a joker for free
Nightmares since a kid; it's kinda comforting, but
Nowadays, I close my eyes and sleep and dream and
You're the only one I see
We both know you're the one for me
Time to face reality
Demons in the bottle
They still ask why I don't drink
Lost too many; ironic how the count's at three
Probably why I need you, baby, at an arm's length
Push my buttons, babe; you think that this an arms race
Never get too close cause if you do, then you're in harm's way
I do my best to keep you safe
Too many homies in the grave for my age
One more gone, then I'll probably go insane
But 'til that day, I'm gon' hold you tight
Through the night

But I need something more than this
So, baby, act bad
Act bad
Baby, act bad
Bad, bad, bad
Baby, act bad
Act bad
Baby, act bad
Bad, bad, bad

Yeah, I peeped it, using me to get your groove on, baby
When you're through with me, you can move on
Yeah, I know your type, know your type
Still, I'm glad to be a placeholder
Stage a coup, takeover
Hand-in-hand, makeover
Never have wanted to feel too important
Just wanna throw my thoughts on a recording
Sometimes, I wanna buy things that's imported, whoa
Still, you want all of the diamonds and more
If you not gon' play your role, then there's the door

So, baby, act bad
Act bad
Baby, act bad
Bad, bad, bad
Baby, act bad
Act bad
Baby, act bad
Bad, bad, bad



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Writer(s): Isaiah Swann
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