| Oh, no you think I’m good for you
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| But I’m bad for myself
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| How could I be more for anyone else
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| And oh no you say I won’t hurt you
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| How come I have all these cuts
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| I guess I never think one is enough
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| So take me out of your phone tonight
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| Push me out the front door
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| Block me out like the sun’s too bright
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| I don’t wanna burn you no more
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| I’m bad, the gun is stuck to my hand, yeah
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| I’m bad, no one is safe
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| 'Cause i’m bad, the best mistake that you’ve had
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| Yeah
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| I’m bad, I hope that’s okay
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| Sick of my phone screen, yeah
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| These bitches don’t know me, yeah
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| I’m missin my homies, bad
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| And I don’t got a charger
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| My younger brother told me that
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| I’ma be lonely, yeah
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| I gotta a lotta fans, and not a lot of friends
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| And twitter loves to show me
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| So take me out of your phone tonight
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| Push me out the front door
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| Block me out like the sun’s too bright
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| I don’t wanna burn you no more
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| I’m bad, the gun is stuck to my hand, yeah
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| I’m bad, no one is safe
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| 'Cause i’m bad, the best mistake that you’ve had
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| Yeah
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| I’m bad, I hope that’s okay
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| Sick of not having shit
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| Sick of being what average is
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| Sick of being the laughed at kid
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| I guess it’s not that bad
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| Sick of not having shit
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| Sick of being what average is
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| Sick of being the laughed at kid
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| I guess it’s not that bad
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| I guess it’s not that bad |