BAD LUCK

Oh I can't fuck with the things you say

Or the things you do or the games you play no

I can't feel you 'cause I never relate but I feel you now and I'll see you later, I'm gone

So long

Reeking of that (uh, yeah)

It's too strong

Weekends out in cali, thunderstorms coming on (oh)

We back in the valley (uh)

You back in the bronx...

And then you say you miss the sex too much

I'm blocking all your calls 'cause it's all that you want