Bad Blood - F*U*G*Z Remix

(I don't wanna talk about it)
(I don't wanna talk about it)
(I don't wanna talk about it)
(I don't wanna talk about it)

(I don't wanna talk about it)
(I don't wanna talk about it)
(I don't wanna talk about it)
(I don't wanna talk about it)

Love me then, love me now, we both came from that project house
But when I left to find myself, you stayed right there on that step
Had that child, never leaves, tattoos on my lower sleeve
It was not fo' show, only so my nigga and peeps would notice me

Mobbin' in them hotel lobbies, they dream 'bout all white Audis
Kill my spirit, leave me body and if I could survive with rats
Then why's my closest friends tryna hold me back?
This hatred, I can do without it (I don't wanna talk about it)

These are the days that bind you
Together, forever
And these little things define you
Forever, forever

All this bad blood here (here)
It's been cold for years (years)
All this bad blood here (here)
Won't you let it, let it lie? Let it lie

All this bad blood here (all this bad blood)
Let it, let it dry, dry, dry
It's been cold for years (years)
Won't you let it (here), let it lie? Let it lie

Success equals separation, we made it, no explanation
Where I'm from, the expectation was to never make it
Ghetto, not incarcerated, fuck it, I'm celebratin'
Friend or foe, now let's go back to that sand lot

Crack cocaine with them hand Glocks, she only say one word, "Cannot"
Y'all on that hate shit, but bein' black, I'm justified, ape shit
So, I broke them cages, you went to bar fights, makin' minimum wages
Tryin' to close this chapter before this hatred trap us (trap us)

These are the days that bind you
Together, forever
And these little things define you
Forever, forever

All this bad blood here (here)
It's been cold for years (years)
All this bad blood here (here)
Won't you let it, let it lie? Let it lie

All this bad blood here (all this bad blood)
Let it, let it dry, dry, dry
It's been cold for years (years)
Won't you let it (here), let it lie? Let it lie

These are the days that bind you
That bind you, that bind you
These little things define you
Define you, define, forever

I don't want to hear about the bad blood anymore
I don't wanna hear you talk about it anymore (oh, oh)

I've scraped my knees
Concrete, it bleeds
Cut my teeth on the pavement, I ain't a saint
But we wear these scars of ours, I could be remembered as modest

Too busy workin' that right hook, still gettin' good looks
I stand with blood on my hands, how do I look?
How do I look? Oh
And l've scraped my needs, these streets, they bleed

Uh, all this bad blood
J-j-just let it lie