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Bad News - YCK
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Bad News YCK

Bad News - YCK
A motherfucker on the west side of Fresno screams
To the sky he’s afraid that he’s got no dreams
That are possible it’s probable a 40 OZ
Helps to put his mind to rest when he can’t find no peace
Speed down the highway bitch I do it my way
Take a couple drugs and I’m letting my pupils dilate
My fate it’s been decided despite all what I change
They’ve assigned a number they won’t be calling me by name
Right I would never listen to a rookiе
Walking down a lonely road I got no clue bout wherе it took me
Sorry to break it to ya thought I would say it you ain’t fitting in
Dropping a track and flopping it’s sad promise we ain’t listening
DESERTBOYS going up it’s simply irrefutable
They won’t hold a candle that’s sincerely indisputable
Sound like me now all these wannabes’ll plunder
Fuck a hypebeast scene I leave the underground asunder

See my face know I’m just bad news
Cigarettes thrown out get a few tattoos
All the days are the same can’t recall that’s true
Imma be a real mess if I can’t have you
Cheap perfume there to haunt my grave
And you got what you want but I got my way
We can end this here but I bet I’ll cave
I’m a screw loose close to no self-restraint
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