B.A.D.

I'm wasted, drunk and high
Oh I'm feeling barely alive
I tasted more than I wanna try
Lord I just can't take anymore

So if your hand starts to slip
Well boy you better get a grip

Well they call her Mrs. B.A.D
So don't give her no lip

Well I laid there, feeling dead inside
She always know what to say
So I sat back, had another word
Now I'm feeling ok

But if my had starts to slip
Boy I better get grip

Everybody told me they heard her on the radio
Mrs. BAD did you sing that song for me?
Now I just sit at home with the stereo all day
Mrs. BAD are you the one for me?



Credits
Writer(s): Bryan Nicol
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