Lyrics Bad Batch Pt. 2 - Lewis Grant, nessly

Bad Batch Pt. 2

Always got picked last
It’s time I picked myself
'Cause we got tired of comin' last (ahh)
I be the GPS 'cause we on the map (ahh)
Shawty want take it off 'cause we start takin' off
Put the Lambo on the launching pad (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pause on applause with the compliments (yeah)
None of that stoppin' my confidence (yeah)
I might celebrate it crashing (woo)
Thank God I got car insurance (yeah)
I get another one, I’m not concerned (ahh)
I just count what I spent on tuition (yeah)
Relegate and roll the carpet burn
I can’t see you from this distance (skrr)
On the tip of my tongue
All the way to my bones
I’m still chasin' the sun
I’m still dreamin' of home
And while my heart is beatin'
Tear it apart while I’m still breathing
Sittin' on the sidelines, to makin' the moves
Still scared of fitting it, walking around all these attitudes
I don’t think you mean it
I can’t find your reason
What do you make of this?
Does it scare you stiff?
This is paradise, I’ve seen it once or twice
But maybe there’s something better for us
'Cause lately it’s been treacherous
I’ve been fine wastin' my life 'cause it’s all I can do
It’s alright if you can’t fight, I’ll always think of you
I’m feelin' alright
Wastin' my time, wastin' my life
Mmh-mmh, I can never be one thing
I’m feelin' alright
Wastin' my time, wastin' my life
Mmh-mmh, I could never be one thing