| Ooh
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| Ooh
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| Yeah, uh
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| (Bongo ByTheWay)
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| I know myself all too well to be a stranger of pain
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| Despite it all, we remainin' the same, I’m just changin' the game
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| Heart pure, never tainted with fame
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| Straight ahead, I’ma stay in my lane
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| Never switchin' courses, life’s amazin', shit is gorgeous
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| Lookin' at the bigger picture, portrait, and I smile wide
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| Performed the song and the crowd cried
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| How can I lie? |
| I’m tearin' up as I’m startin' to stare in y’all eyes
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| I know the shit you goin' through the last month
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| You stressin' as you hittin' on that glass blunt
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| A nigga prayin' to get lucky like Daft Punk
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| You can’t even stomach the pain, now that’s a bad lunch
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| Uh, ramen noodles on the regular
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| Add some seasoning and some hot sauce for a better touch
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| Peanut butter, jelly and syrup sandwich, etcetera
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| And we just flyin' in the nebula
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| And it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again
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| See, it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again
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| So don’t you cry, little baby, little baby
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| (Don't you cry, don’t you cry, don’t you cry)
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| It’ll be alright
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| So don’t you cry, little baby, little baby
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| (Don't you cry, don’t you cry, don’t you cry)
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| It’s gon', it’ll be alright
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| I done been around the world four times, lookin' for parkin'
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| Finally found a condo, that shit still feel like apartment
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| Out South, my foul mouth started soundin' like Cartman
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| Roundabout like cartwheels, hopped inside of a U-Haul
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| Confused where all my art went, monsters in a quiet place
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| Some of these decisions is like Sharpie on a dry-erase
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| I know they thought I wouldn’t, but I’m a fireplace
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| I had my cake and ate it too, that shit is an acquired taste
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| I promised I would buy a place, I got my favorite roommates
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| They used to never see me, like when you zip up a new Bape
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| Do that shit 'fore it’s too late, don’t ever drink the Kool-Aid
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| Don’t ever think it’s sweet, that’s that crème de la brûlée
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| Who they? |
| They Robert Goulet, they Nazi, cuckoo, goofy
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| My wifey yellin', «Who they?» |
| My daughter yellin', «Hooray»
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| I see it clear like Blu-Ray, I park it in the sky
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| I keep 'em on my block, 'round the corner of my eye
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| Like a stye (Uh)
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| So don’t you shed a tear
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| 'Cause there’ll be better years
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| I live life by faith, nigga, instead of fear
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| God cryin', thunderstorms is Heaven tears
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| The feelin' of lost hope, shit is never here
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| 'Cause we gon' make it happen by any means
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| A young nigga, dawg, but I done witnessed many things
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| Age 13, wearin' hand-me-down skinny jeans
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| You know they a little extra faded around the knees
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| With the grass stains in 'em
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| I really wish a little extra cash came in 'em, 'cause a nigga really needed it
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| Pain, I defeated it, and brought back
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| Soul survivor, nigga, what you call that?
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| And it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again
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| See, it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again
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| So don’t you cry, little baby, little baby
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| (Don't you cry, don’t you cry, don’t you cry)
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| It’ll be alright
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| So don’t you cry, little baby
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| (Don't you cry, don’t you cry, don’t you cry)
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| It’s gon', it’s gon' be alright
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| And it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again
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| See, it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again
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| So don’t you cry, little baby
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| It’ll be alright
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| So don’t you cry, little baby
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| It’ll be alright |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bad Idea, artist - YBN Cordae. Album song The Lost Boy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп