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Bad Songtext
Yeah
Flatlined
Fiendin′
To get mad high
I need it
Damn right
I'm leaning
′Cause it's that tight
Type shit make a young boy act right
Type shit make a grown man ass cry
When we lit, know it don't feel right
When I leave, know it don′t feel too nice
When I pull up backseat tonight, yeah
Red-blue lights
Beaming too bright, need a chauffeur
Feet on the ground
Eyes on the road
I′m too deep in it
Can't quit when I′m so far
I'm different sober
We′re drifted closer
Think I need some closure
When it's bad, the good gets
Going, baby
Going, baby
Going, baby
Going
When it′s bad, the good gets
Going, baby
Going, baby
Going, baby
Yeah, going
From the PM to the
Morning, baby
Morning, baby
Morning, baby
Yeah, morning
How you got me?
Floating, baby
Floating
How you got me?
Falling, baby
Yeah, falling
Headed up, up, and away
Come let me fuck up my frame
Swallow my pride
You're the one that I crave
Ain't no tellin′ a kite to a plane
Gon′ mix you up with that liquor to taste
Diplomatic and dry, yeah
Feel like God, but I work like a slave
I can't quit but I try
Got me hypnotized
I′m fucking dying for one more hit
Goin' out my mind
It′s why I'm sliding violent up on my wrist
For the hundredth time
No sleep
Tyrant
All week
Been spiralling
Can′t catch me
Try again
When it's bad, the good gets
Going, baby
Going, baby
Going, baby
Going, baby
Going
Flatlined
Fiendin′
To get mad high
I need it
Damn right
I'm leaning
′Cause it's that tight
Type shit make a young boy act right
Type shit make a grown man ass cry
When we lit, know it don't feel right
When I leave, know it don′t feel too nice
When I pull up backseat tonight, yeah
Red-blue lights
Beaming too bright, need a chauffeur
Feet on the ground
Eyes on the road
I′m too deep in it
Can't quit when I′m so far
I'm different sober
We′re drifted closer
Think I need some closure
When it's bad, the good gets
Going, baby
Going, baby
Going, baby
Going
When it′s bad, the good gets
Going, baby
Going, baby
Going, baby
Yeah, going
From the PM to the
Morning, baby
Morning, baby
Morning, baby
Yeah, morning
How you got me?
Floating, baby
Floating
How you got me?
Falling, baby
Yeah, falling
Headed up, up, and away
Come let me fuck up my frame
Swallow my pride
You're the one that I crave
Ain't no tellin′ a kite to a plane
Gon′ mix you up with that liquor to taste
Diplomatic and dry, yeah
Feel like God, but I work like a slave
I can't quit but I try
Got me hypnotized
I′m fucking dying for one more hit
Goin' out my mind
It′s why I'm sliding violent up on my wrist
For the hundredth time
No sleep
Tyrant
All week
Been spiralling
Can′t catch me
Try again
When it's bad, the good gets
Going, baby
Going, baby
Going, baby
Going, baby
Going
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