Cavy, Merkules, Jordan Ward, Cole Stevenson and Ryan Cavanagh - Bad Games

Bad things
Bad things

Been through it all and seen a lot of bad things
Took a leap to find my wings, falling down a cascade
I will ride through the fire
Through defeat, my desire, my oh my
Through the grime you wonder why I’m so inspired by these

Bad things
Bad things
Bad things
Bad things
I’m addicted to these bad games
Bad things
Bad things
Bad things
Bad games
I’m addicted to this cascade 

I follow anomalies while I hop in the gutter without a hobbit in front of me
Gotta get it from my bones
‘Cause a part of me oughta be looking up at the mockery that was brought up inside of me
Had to believe in the growth
I been a moving, living my life in the booth
Picking apart the wicked with a bucket of truth
I been so focused but he been off in the blue
Forgetting who’s important to me, now I’m no one to you
But I’m not defined by the pain as of late, late, late, late
Prince of the Island, the sunny and grey, grey, grey, grey
And if you got issues, whatever you say, say, say, say
If you ain’t with me, I’m honest and witty, I highly suggest get the fuck out my way   
Found a way to make it through the pattern that I battle to paddle through all the adamant, uh
Padawan, I’m tryna find out where the hell I fit
Maybe I should sit back and focus on the motion, ocean, oh shit
No more women in my life, fuck the bar and the club, like a renegade type
From the belly of it all where they mitigate nice
Me and Merk the hit the track, now we ‘bout to take flight and go

Been through it all and seen a lot of bad things
Took a leap to find my wings, falling down a cascade
I will ride through the fire
Through defeat, my desire, my oh my
Through the grime you wonder why I’m so inspired by these

Bad things
Bad things
Bad things
Bad things
I’m addicted to these bad games
Bad things
Bad things
Bad things
Bad games
I’m addicted to this cascade

Cavy, what up
Starkore, I see you my boy
East coast to West coast
Let’s fuck the game up (rah)

Like a tampon I’m back in this bitch
Tell these rappers that I ain’t here to dap any fists
Get the back of these hands when I’m smackin' ya lips 
Can’t say too much or they might cancel the kid 
I’m a rare breed, momma said I need therapy 
I been on fire this year, where the kerasine 
Heard that song you dropped, it’s embarrassing 
Made me so sick to my stomach that I could barely eat
Hold up, we ain’t ‘gon stop ‘til the show done 
Lemme get my chips then dip, no Old Dutch 
Welcome to the gold rush, knew that I would blow up
Watch me kill a rapper on stage, like so what 
Lemme think, lemme strategize 
Like how the fuck you ‘gon swing when your hands are tied
I went and got a big bag, now I can provide
I really had to manifest, I would fantasize 
So the mansion I have now is castle size
I’ma stir up the syrup like Aunt Jemime
You ain’t got no drip ‘cause I ran you dry 
And once I step into the booth, y’all can’t survive 
I’m controlling the game with no PS5
And I just ordered a plane out to PEI
I’m in a Aston Martin now with Cavy
We pull up in ya city and we crash the party
It’s Merk

Bad things
Bad things
Bad things
Bad things
I’m addicted to these bad games
Bad things
Bad things
Bad things
Bad games
I’m addicted to this cascade

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