Bad Boy

Album: Speech Therapy (2009)
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  • 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

    Bad 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

    Bad boy he’s a bad boy

    See 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

    Bad boy he’s a bad boy Writer/s: AVON LONG, LILLIAN HARDIN ARMSTRONG
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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