Bad Boy Lyrics - Speech Therapy - Speech Debelle

You can catch him sittin knowing that hes sinning 

But knowing sinning gon give him what hes always missing 

He starts to bill a spliff and slowing taking out the seeds 

Slowing calculating how to perculate them ps 

Hes made a couple gs selling weed and selling es 

And to get it selling these he certainly moves neat 

He rides his moped round the whole ends from dusk till dawn 

Hes got the weed head a pills heads lighting up his phone 

Hes got a ratchet that he loves to flick open and close 

Hoping one day that its gonna buss somebody clothes 

Nobody really understands him nobody knows whats in his heart cause it never shows yo 

Hes got a dead beat dad, that beats his mum real bad 

His mum sits home all day drinking and smoking fags 

His mum said he aint shit probably do jail time and thats if he makes it to 25 

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Bad boy hes a bad boy 

Catch him laying on his back getting head from cat listening to new rap like 50 and that 

Word for word reciting like hes the real writer 

Or shadow boxing in the mirror like a real fighter 

The reason hes hurt is now lost like a lighter 

The pain in his heart gets him drunk as mother yo 

He gets another call then puts it in his balls 

He passes the poster of 2pac on his bedroom wall 

He dont really stop and cotch with the man dem 

He said them man are waste man them man are loose cannons cause 

They got the rebors hes got the real ting 

He got the 38 with the grip and the case to put it in 

Hed kill for his kicks or his whips or his friends 

Hed kill for his dad even though he hates him 

Hed kill for the reason of killing cause killings in 

And hed kill if opportunity rings 

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See his priorities are messed up, if he doesnt realise that then his luckll be up 

Cause he wants to be remembered like Tony Montana 

But hes forgetting that hell end up dead like Tony Montana 

Life is a game and hes playing to lose he aint knowing the rules thinking they dont apply to him 

But its love yea and its the love that will keep him 

Keep him filled to the brim although hes living in sin 

His mind believes hes a product of the things hes sees 

Nobody told him hes a free as the air he breathes 

As simply as it sounds this is history he aint the first and he wont be the last 

Cause Ive seen a few going nowhere fast yea 

Ive seen a few going nowhere fast 

A life upraised is a life unsure always looking for help but expecting closed doors that why hes 

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