Every Typa Bad (Damage) Yeat

[Intro]
(Kiloz) Yeah (TG)
(I'm in all kinds of trouble) (Lito)
(I got all kinds of bad)
I be feeling like saying what's on my mind (Bags)
(I'm in all kinds of trouble)
I ain't slept in two days (I got all kinds of bad)
You know I didn't, didn't sleep
I-I took a Perc' (Going out sadly, badly) and some X

[Chorus]
Yeah, this Trackhawk beat the Lamb', I couldn't have done it any better (Swerve, swerve)
Can't get side-tracked about the past, that's why we can't move on together (No)
Every time I think 'bout getting high, I swear I start feeling better (Yeah)
What gon' happen when you fall off? You don't got no more racks to spend (Woah)
I was nodding off in Malibu, woke up, my licence got suspended (Swerve, swerve)
Pretty sure it probably was because I added some new suspensions (Swerve)
I don't want you to think that getting high like me, is really all good 'cause it cause some damage (Yeah)
Some of it I can repair, but some of it took it for granted (Why?)
If I keep this lifestyle up, I won't get to see my bitch be a granny (Why?)
And this mammy gon' have to work a job and hire them kids a nanny (Yeah)
If I OD, I'll be the first box of ashes to win a Grammy (Okay)
Thought it was sweet, but he was the first person to get killed by a box of candy then (Yeah)
Yeah, I took the Z65 from Atlanta, to the Four Seasons Miami (Swerve, swerve)
Yeah, I know this shit going over they head (Swerve, swerve)