歌曲 | Bad Boy |
歌手 | Speech Debelle |
专辑 | Speech Therapy |
You can catch him sittin knowing that he’s sinning | |
But knowing sinning gon give him what he’s always missing | |
He starts to bill a spliff and slowing taking out the seeds | |
Slowing calculating how to perculate them p’s | |
He’s made a couple g’s selling weed and selling e’s | |
And to get it selling these he certainly moves neat | |
He rides his moped round the whole ends from dusk till dawn | |
He’s got the weed head a pills heads lighting up his phone | |
He’s got a ratchet that he loves to flick open and close | |
Hoping one day that it’s gonna buss somebody clothes | |
Nobody really understands him nobody knows what’s in his heart cause it never shows yo | |
He’s got a dead beat dad, that beats his mum real bad | |
His mum sits home all day drinking and smoking fags | |
His mum said he aint shit probably do jail time and that’s if he makes it to 25 | |
CHORUSBad boy he’s a bad boy | |
Catch him laying on his back getting head from cat listening to new rap like 50 and that | |
Word for word reciting like he’s the real writer | |
Or shadow boxing in the mirror like a real fighter | |
The reason he’s hurt is now lost like a lighter | |
The pain in his heart gets him drunk as mother yo | |
He gets another call then puts it in his balls | |
He passes the poster of 2pac on his bedroom wall | |
He don’t really stop and cotch with the man dem | |
He said them man are waste man them man are loose cannons cause | |
They got the rebors he’s got the real ting | |
He got the 38 with the grip and the case to put it in | |
He’d kill for his kicks or his whips or his friends | |
He’d kill for his dad even though he hates him | |
He’d kill for the reason of killing cause killings in | |
And he’d kill if opportunity rings | |
CHORUSSee his priorities are messed up, if he doesn’t realise that then his luck’ll be up | |
Cause he wants to be remembered like | |
Tony Montana | |
But he’s forgetting that he’ll end up dead like | |
Tony Montana | |
Life is a game and he’s playing to lose he aint knowing the rules thinking they don’t apply to him | |
But its love yea and it’s the love that will keep him | |
Keep him filled to the brim although he’s living in sin | |
His mind believes he’s a product of the things he’s sees | |
Nobody told him he’s a free as the air he breathes | |
As simply as it sounds this is history he aint the first and he won’t be the last | |
Cause I’ve seen a few going nowhere fast yea | |
I’ve seen a few going nowhere fast | |
A life upraised is a life unsure always looking for help but expecting closed doors that why he’s | |
CHORUS |
You can catch him sittin knowing that he' s sinning | |
But knowing sinning gon give him what he' s always missing | |
He starts to bill a spliff and slowing taking out the seeds | |
Slowing calculating how to perculate them p' s | |
He' s made a couple g' s selling weed and selling e' s | |
And to get it selling these he certainly moves neat | |
He rides his moped round the whole ends from dusk till dawn | |
He' s got the weed head a pills heads lighting up his phone | |
He' s got a ratchet that he loves to flick open and close | |
Hoping one day that it' s gonna buss somebody clothes | |
Nobody really understands him nobody knows what' s in his heart cause it never shows yo | |
He' s got a dead beat dad, that beats his mum real bad | |
His mum sits home all day drinking and smoking fags | |
His mum said he aint shit probably do jail time and that' s if he makes it to 25 | |
CHORUSBad boy he' s a bad boy | |
Catch him laying on his back getting head from cat listening to new rap like 50 and that | |
Word for word reciting like he' s the real writer | |
Or shadow boxing in the mirror like a real fighter | |
The reason he' s hurt is now lost like a lighter | |
The pain in his heart gets him drunk as mother yo | |
He gets another call then puts it in his balls | |
He passes the poster of 2pac on his bedroom wall | |
He don' t really stop and cotch with the man dem | |
He said them man are waste man them man are loose cannons cause | |
They got the rebors he' s got the real ting | |
He got the 38 with the grip and the case to put it in | |
He' d kill for his kicks or his whips or his friends | |
He' d kill for his dad even though he hates him | |
He' d kill for the reason of killing cause killings in | |
And he' d kill if opportunity rings | |
CHORUSSee his priorities are messed up, if he doesn' t realise that then his luck' ll be up | |
Cause he wants to be remembered like | |
Tony Montana | |
But he' s forgetting that he' ll end up dead like | |
Tony Montana | |
Life is a game and he' s playing to lose he aint knowing the rules thinking they don' t apply to him | |
But its love yea and it' s the love that will keep him | |
Keep him filled to the brim although he' s living in sin | |
His mind believes he' s a product of the things he' s sees | |
Nobody told him he' s a free as the air he breathes | |
As simply as it sounds this is history he aint the first and he won' t be the last | |
Cause I' ve seen a few going nowhere fast yea | |
I' ve seen a few going nowhere fast | |
A life upraised is a life unsure always looking for help but expecting closed doors that why he' s | |
CHORUS |