my bad!
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Remember baby, if you can smell that bacon, it's time to get a shakin'
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Ahh
How y'all been
I've been on a wave like a dolphin
I've been betting on it, now I'm all in
Tired of these fake shots, tired of these fake, tired of these motherfuckin
Alec Baldwin's, we ain't seein' greatness, then tell me what you call him
Ah jeez, blessings his makin' me sneeze
Something funny in the air, and I ain't talkin' bout the pollen
Let it go, baby, we can just hold hands at the show
Sit low at the show, sip slow at the show
Let the good times roll, just go with the flow, huh
Let them hate from afar, pullin' my strings like I played the guitar
Everybody wanna make big moves and shoot for the moon
But they ain't never chasin' the stars, goddamn
Bartender, I was gettin' bent, I ain't talkin' bout car fenders
Had depression on my mind, I was stressin' in a bind
Til I realized I was not centered, and not mentored
But my life changed the moment that I met her
Had me recollectin' the blessings that I'm met for
Thought that I was goin' insane, what's the price on pain
Keep the ice on rain, let it pour more
I'm takin' them back, it's like four score
Everybody been goin' through hell, ah hell
I could meet you at the gates like Mordor
and I can meet you at the gates for a day trip
Treat the 02' like a race in a spaceship, Nintendo, I'm bout to really make the game switch
And if you get the glare from my bracelet
Ah my bad, ah motherfucker my bad
Had to get back in my bag, that's my bad
Ah motherfucker my bad, I had to get back in my bag
Goddamn, goddamn, back in my bag tonight
You know I'm hungry for it all, I got a appetite
Do the math motherfucker, you ain't half as nice
So if we goin' toe to toe, then in the afterlife
That's my bad, ah motherfucker my bad
I had to bring it back to my bag
My bad, my bad
Ah motherfucker my bad, I had to get back in my bag
Goddamn, goddamn, back in my bag tonight
You know I'm hungry for it all, I got a appetite
Do the math, motherfucker, you ain't half as nice
So chill your ass out and have a Sprite
Cause everything will be fine
Everything will be fine
That's the type of shit that's on my mind
Everything will be fine, aye everything will be fine
You know I had to burn em with the rhyme
Goddamn, goddamn, back in my bag tonight
You know I'm hungry for it all, I got a appetite
So do the math motherfucker, you ain't half as nice
Do the math motherfucker, you ain't half as nice uh
Remember baby, if you can smell that bacon, it's time to get a shakin'
Oh yeah, now back to our sponsors
Ahh
How y'all been
I've been on a wave like a dolphin
I've been betting on it, now I'm all in
Tired of these fake shots, tired of these fake, tired of these motherfuckin
Alec Baldwin's, we ain't seein' greatness, then tell me what you call him
Ah jeez, blessings his makin' me sneeze
Something funny in the air, and I ain't talkin' bout the pollen
Let it go, baby, we can just hold hands at the show
Sit low at the show, sip slow at the show
Let the good times roll, just go with the flow, huh
Let them hate from afar, pullin' my strings like I played the guitar
Everybody wanna make big moves and shoot for the moon
But they ain't never chasin' the stars, goddamn
Bartender, I was gettin' bent, I ain't talkin' bout car fenders
Had depression on my mind, I was stressin' in a bind
Til I realized I was not centered, and not mentored
But my life changed the moment that I met her
Had me recollectin' the blessings that I'm met for
Thought that I was goin' insane, what's the price on pain
Keep the ice on rain, let it pour more
I'm takin' them back, it's like four score
Everybody been goin' through hell, ah hell
I could meet you at the gates like Mordor
and I can meet you at the gates for a day trip
Treat the 02' like a race in a spaceship, Nintendo, I'm bout to really make the game switch
And if you get the glare from my bracelet
Ah my bad, ah motherfucker my bad
Had to get back in my bag, that's my bad
Ah motherfucker my bad, I had to get back in my bag
Goddamn, goddamn, back in my bag tonight
You know I'm hungry for it all, I got a appetite
Do the math motherfucker, you ain't half as nice
So if we goin' toe to toe, then in the afterlife
That's my bad, ah motherfucker my bad
I had to bring it back to my bag
My bad, my bad
Ah motherfucker my bad, I had to get back in my bag
Goddamn, goddamn, back in my bag tonight
You know I'm hungry for it all, I got a appetite
Do the math, motherfucker, you ain't half as nice
So chill your ass out and have a Sprite
Cause everything will be fine
Everything will be fine
That's the type of shit that's on my mind
Everything will be fine, aye everything will be fine
You know I had to burn em with the rhyme
Goddamn, goddamn, back in my bag tonight
You know I'm hungry for it all, I got a appetite
So do the math motherfucker, you ain't half as nice
Do the math motherfucker, you ain't half as nice uh
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Writer(s): Michael Slutz
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