Mango Tree & Wenzel BLK & Forrest Bloom - Bad Things

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

So what you need a message
What you need a blessing
Don't make me call that reverend
Cause you been down this road before
But you ain't learn your lesson
Memory lane
And I'mma tell you
So you could reframe
And make a new picture
So why make it small
When you could dream bigger
And aim at the moon
And pull on the trigger
Pull on the trigger
Pull on the trigger

All these people think about
What other people think about
Careless what they talking bout
Cause bitch I'm trynna make it
I got

Bow down to a boss nigga like me
I know nuh nuh don
Never met a nigga like me
I feel like a don
In my mother fucking black tee
Bitch it's Wenzel BLK
If a motherfucker ask me
Yeah I don't give a fuck
Yeah my ankles ashy
Gucci flip flops on
Yeah nigga
Yeah fucking right

And I never claim to be the best dressed
No sir
Best believe I get that mother fucking check
Yes sir
This heavy crown could break a neck
Who give a fuck if it hurt
I know its fucking absurd
I just be slurring my words

And I got way too many blues
For anymore bad news (I got)
Way to many blues
For anymore bad news (I got)
Name someone sicker
Paparazzi pop up
Just watch out for the flicker flash
Lights will blind you though
I got all you people think about (Yeah yeah)
All you people think about (Yeah wait yeah)
All you people think about (Wait wait)
All you people think about
All you people think about

Empty souls and bank accounts
Ain't that something to thing about
We don't talk to make it now
Trynna fucking make it out

Got way too many blues
For anymore bad news
I got way too many blues
For anymore bad news yeah

Written by:
Wymid Whitted

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