Down Bad
I woke up late with a bad headache, and empty cans
I told myself I wouldn't drink again but here I am (goddamn)
I put some whiskey in my coffee and I light a cigarette
Oh, I'm the walking dead
'Cause I'm down bad
Only got one more dime bag
Hooked on the powder (you're bad, you're bad, you're bad for me)
(Too bad, too bad)
Yelling fuck that, gotta find a way out
Run fast, I could never lay down (you're bad, you're bad, you're bad for me)
(Too bad, too bad)
Trying to save my soul, trying to right my wrongs
But the same old wrongs helped me write these songs
They say life's a bitch, and then you die
So, I'ma hit some licks and enjoy the ride
On a bender I pawned my fender
And I put it all on red
But I lost that bet
'Cause I'm down bad
Only got one more dime bag
Hooked on the powder (you're bad, you're bad, you're bad for me)
(Too bad, too bad)
Yelling fuck that, gotta find a way out
Run fast, I could never lay down (you're bad, you're bad, you're bad for me)
(Too bad, too bad)
I got a dollar to my name
And I'm shit out of luck
I'm pissin' in the wind
'Cause I don't give a fuck
'Cause I'm down bad
Only got one more dime bag
Hooked on the powder (you're bad, you're bad, you're bad for me)
(Too bad, too bad)
Yelling fuck that, gotta find a way out
Run fast, I could never lay down (you're bad, you're bad, you're bad for me)
(Too bad, too bad)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(You're bad, you're bad, you're bad for me)
(Too bad, too bad)
I told myself I wouldn't drink again but here I am (goddamn)
I put some whiskey in my coffee and I light a cigarette
Oh, I'm the walking dead
'Cause I'm down bad
Only got one more dime bag
Hooked on the powder (you're bad, you're bad, you're bad for me)
(Too bad, too bad)
Yelling fuck that, gotta find a way out
Run fast, I could never lay down (you're bad, you're bad, you're bad for me)
(Too bad, too bad)
Trying to save my soul, trying to right my wrongs
But the same old wrongs helped me write these songs
They say life's a bitch, and then you die
So, I'ma hit some licks and enjoy the ride
On a bender I pawned my fender
And I put it all on red
But I lost that bet
'Cause I'm down bad
Only got one more dime bag
Hooked on the powder (you're bad, you're bad, you're bad for me)
(Too bad, too bad)
Yelling fuck that, gotta find a way out
Run fast, I could never lay down (you're bad, you're bad, you're bad for me)
(Too bad, too bad)
I got a dollar to my name
And I'm shit out of luck
I'm pissin' in the wind
'Cause I don't give a fuck
'Cause I'm down bad
Only got one more dime bag
Hooked on the powder (you're bad, you're bad, you're bad for me)
(Too bad, too bad)
Yelling fuck that, gotta find a way out
Run fast, I could never lay down (you're bad, you're bad, you're bad for me)
(Too bad, too bad)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(You're bad, you're bad, you're bad for me)
(Too bad, too bad)
Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Buckley, Charles Nelsen, Red Leather
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