Bad Boy Songtext
von Shay D

I told you I couldn′t cry even when I saw the coffin
You made up for the both of us
The way you started sobbing
Heard a grown man cry
The news was just too shocking
Pressed the phone tight to my ear

Dad I couldn't stop him

Stayed in the car numb tryna catch my breath

Tears held your pain
Anger swamped from your regret
Of your choices you were vexed
Wanted to hold me to your chest
Instead, we listened to our truths


One soul to the next
Uh, images of violence
Your door getting licked
Metal to your temple
How′d you get nicked?
When you saw that bally what exactly did you think?
Did you think it was the end?
It makes my heart sink

When was the point you traded bars for the bullets?
Grateful to that prick and that he didn't pull it
But you're dead in your spirit
You call and I can hear it
I tell you keep your head up high
I spit you all my lyrics
You say "Shay, why did I do this?"
I say that talk is waste

You say you miss my laugh and looking at my face

I wanna go back then and I wish that it would change
′Cause you′re stuck all alone in a dark and lonely place

Listen, please consider this a warning
Go sleep on it fam it's always different in the morning
It′s always different in the morning
Go sleep on it fam it's always different in the morning
Bad boy, bad boy, what you gonna do?
Bad boy, bad boy, when they come for you

Started off small and then it got bigger
Something like maths when you add up all the figures


Got two gassed with his finger on the trigger

Got two mashed mixing powder with the liquor

What exactly happened?
I′ll never even know

I drive myself insane making up scenarios
But I gotta shake it off just like every other problem
Dealing every yout I work with and so I love them
Stop them from slipping

Tripping like a loose lace
Two faced living
Them smiles and them screw face
When you don't know who′s real
And you don't know who's fake
Who′s there to make your circle
Who′s there to watch it break

Can't put your trust in everyone not everyone is real
Can′t shake hands with the devil when he's got the better deal
Feel you through my heart and one day you might visit
For now we gotta think it′s good even if it isn't

Listen, please consider this a warning
Go sleep on it fam it′s always different in the morning
It's always different in the morning
Go sleep on it fam it's always different in the morning
Bad boy, bad boy, what you gonna do?
Bad boy, bad boy, when they come for you

Raised by the borough
Defending the ends like the
Pavestones and street names are their friends

Father′s always absent

Sad to be standard

Seals the young kids to frustration and anger

You see they wear screw faces with a matching hood

People quick to complain and never recognise the good

′Cause they rap about their fuckries and the fuckies
And the suckies and the essence of their music
Just loses the goodness
They're clueless to news and how it′s untrue

How they want them to shot on the block
How crews in the ends who think they're criminal just to pop
How they love that we war
Their pockets fill up more
And your gangster persona is a vehicle for the law

They myth they protect you
All they do is wreck you
We lose more rights
′Cause they justify the check you blud
You can hold more than court weight in
Draw plate in court date in for a minor sentence like
Huh, yo I'm

You′s a taxable crime
They get paid for your time
While you're locked up inside you're keeping poverty in line

Conversating to a mic that don′t exist
If road was a gangster you′d be his bitch
Why the real lyrics don't get signed?
′Cause a real fucking hip hop tune ain't supposed to make you whine

Ain′t supposed to make you whine

Listen, please consider this a warning
Go sleep on it fam it's always different in the morning
It′s always different in the morning
Go sleep on it fam it's always different in the morning