When i get bad and got the money Im not worried about my honey Boy you check your self like nike Ill be dranking on my success like high seas As your girls down on her nes Giveing me the best head im not feed But my hearts full of dred But bad leads to sad cuz ik i fucked up But with my luck ill never look up to see a better way As i stray away from all my friends trying to help I sit down and im like welp aint i glad To still be alive and drive down the road to find a home without a lone but deep down i know im alone so i get bad so i can get the bass to kick your ass but in the end i know ive been replying my whole life with a bloody knife