b.a.d - shayhan lyrics
[intro]
i got tracks on tracks on tracks
i got beats and i got raps
i got singing sk!lls but you don’t give a f*ck about that
i got it bad, *ad *ad, *ad
bad, *ad *ad, *ad *ad *ad *ad
i got tracks on tracks on tracks
i got beats and i got raps
i got singing sk!lls but you don’t give a f*ck about that
i got it bad, *ad *ad, *ad
bad, *ad *ad, *ad *ad *ad *ad *ad *ad *ad *ad
[verse 1]
shut up motherf*cker i’m dank
i’m the biggity biggity biggy boss
ain’t nothin’ ever better than [?]
when i buy all my clothes at ross
i’m the ugly white version of the q
[?]
plus everybody knows my car
that 2002 saturn vue
l*i*l makes no shayhan
friday [?] with twenty pounds on
little awkward but i’m socially nice
and i got a good girl who can make dope rice
switch it up, switch it up, the same [?]
not even boasting no more lies
comfort and [?] i don’t improvise
[?] dose for the dilated eyes
[bridge]
it’s okay if you don’t understand
just know i’m the man
it’s okay if you don’t understand
just know i got a plan
[chorus]
talk about blind faith
soul is burdenеd, trapped into a lie
we’ll talk ’bout this word that wе call high
power that can change grown men to [?]
but if not, ahh, ayy
[verse 2]
every d*mn day of my life, i met the wrong guys
my ambitions always make them roll their eyes
pushin’ out [?] and lies about how life works
just to write the hours you gave to circle jerks
5 days a week, i cycle through my regrets
talk to certain people just to get sh*t off my chest
i’m f*ckin’ tired of saying that i’m a cheap wreck
i don’t need no p*ssy and money to show that
i’m just kiddin’, i’m desperate for the fame
too [?] for the game
too hard of a name
i got less girls than james
there’s no dough in the bank
i worked hard to get sh*t on and i’ll take them to the face
uh
no more complaints i’m gonna stand up on my own
listen to what i want and choose to follow no one home
kick my feet up to rest upon your broken phones
while you selfishly inject the information to your domes
and when i turn on the telly you’ll still be poppin’ the molly
and [?] be stressin’ and lazy
always smokin’ with mary while [?] goes stupid with harry
and try to focus on natty
and then just do whatever when its done
[chorus]
talk about blind faith
soul is burdened, trapped into a lie
we’ll talk ’bout this word that we call high
power that can change grown men to [?]
but if not
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