Bad Boy

Oh i could be a bad boy
Oh my lord walk my way to the mental ward
Maybe i'd be fine in hell
Or I could be a tough guy to my core
Wake up drunk on the precinct floor
But i don't wanna ring that bell

Two bit motel, bottle of rum
Two chicks wanna come get some
If they bring that six string
I'm gonna strum

Cause I've been a million men
I've lived life alive and dead
And I'll tell ya this
Better sung then said

I got property
I got property baby
Still I got nothing in the palm of my hand
That's my philosophy
It can go south on ya quickly
If I keep living like the man that I am

Oh i could be a bad boy
Oh my lord walk my way to the mental ward
Maybe i'd be fine in hell
Or I could be a tough guy to my core
Wake up drunk on the precinct floor
But i don't wanna ring that bell

Red light road rage
Look what i've done
Two cops wanna come get some
If they sic that k9 i'm gonna run
Cause i've dodged a hundred trains
Jesus God and an early grave
But i ain't got heart for the loaded gun
Cause i got some harmony
I got a few songs left in me
Still i got something in the palm of my hand
And i got an alibi
When i get tuned up and so high
It can be easy just to not give a damn

Oh i could be a bad boy
Oh my lord walk my way to the mental ward
Maybe i'd be fine in hell
Or I could be a tough guy to my core
Wake up drunk on the precinct floor
But i don't wanna ring that bell



Credits
Writer(s): Geordie Kieffer, Mitch The Devil
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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