Bad Luck Songtext
von Confetti

Ugh, I′m face down in the mud
Half empty in my cup
When things get kinda heavy
I make friends with bad luck
I'm just trying to catch a break
Good karma comes in waves
When things get kinda heavy
I make friends with bad luck

Takin′ full swings, pick the rally cat
Little salt off the shoulder for the devil's snap
Can't pull a rabbit out a hat, but got his foot on a chain
Blang-blang, it′s a rap
What′s good? (What's good?), I′m like my steak fully cooked
If things stop movin', I′ll be knockin' on wood (on wood)
My smokin′ mirrors be crackin'
My OCD givin' me bad habits


Cross my fingers, I will deliver
Cast out all the doubt
When things go low from faster to slower
I gamble my way out (aw)

Ugh, I′m face down in the mud
Half empty in my cup
When things get kinda heavy
I make friends with bad luck
I′m just trying to catch a break
Good karma comes in waves
When things get kinda heavy
I make friends with bad luck

(Uh-uh, bad-bad-bad luck)
I make friends with bad luck

Yeah, mama's back more than breakin′
And steppin' on cracks, I′m fallin' through craters
You either bust or you hit your lucky number (yeah)
Always take the latter ′cause I'm always walkin' under, damn
(Damn!) Black cat logic
Pussy too good, somebody call a locksmith
Crows in the sky, and they sing to my profits
Rain′s comin′ down, I ain't talkin′ 'bout droplets


Ugh, I′m face down in the mud
Half empty in my cup
When things get kinda heavy
I make friends with bad luck
I'm just trying to catch a break
Good karma comes in waves
When things get kinda heavy
I make friends with bad luck

(Uh-uh, bad-bad-bad luck), bad luck
I make friends with bad luck (ugh)
Bad luck, down bad
I make friends with bad luck