Bad Lyrics

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