Yeah, yeah

Oh, ah

White shirt now red, my bloody nose

Sleepin', you're on your tippy toes

Creepin' around like no one knows

Think you're so criminal

Bruises on both my knees for you

Don't say thank you or please

I do what I want when I'm wanting to

My soul so cynical

So you're a tough guy

Like it really rough guy

Just can't get enough guy

Chest always so puffed guy

I'm that bad type

Make your mama sad type

Make your girlfriend mad tight

Might seduce your dad type

I'm the bad guy

Duh

I'm the bad guy

Gold teeth, my neck, my wrist is froze (So icy)

I got more ice than, than the snow

That guy, don't act like you don't know

That guy, so critical (Skrrt)

Tattoos on both my sleeves

Yeah, I don't sleep, please don't wake me

Loosen my tie up so I can breathe

It ain't political, oh no (Uh-uh)

Yeah, I'm a bad guy

Ain't no holdin' back guy

Come off like I'm mad guy

Always got your back guy

Yeah, I'm the real type

Keep you for the thrills type

Show you what it feels like

Got an open invite

I'm the bad guy, woah-ooh

(Duh)

I'm the bad guy

Duh

I'm only good at bein' bad, bad

(Ahh)

(Ah)

I like when you get mad

I guess I'm pretty glad that you're alone (So icy)

You said she's scared of me?

I mean, I don't see what she sees

But maybe it's 'cause I'm wearing your cologne (Let's go)

I'm a bad guy (Damn right)

I-I'm a bad guy (Bad guy, aw, yeah, bad guy)

I'm a bad

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What is it about them?

I must be missing something

They just keep doing nothing

Too intoxicated to be scared

Better off without them

They're nothing but unstable

Bring ashtrays to the table

And that's about the only thing they share

I'm in their secondhand smoke

Still just drinking canned Coke

I don't need a Xanny to feel better

On designated drives home

Only one who's not stoned

Don't give me a Xanny now or ever

(Can you check your Uber rating? Oh, my God)

(And it's like, wait, like, when?)

Wakin' up at sundown

They're late to every party

Nobody's ever sorry

Too inebriated now to dance

Morning as they come down (come down)

Their pretty heads are hurting (hurting)

They're awfully bad at learning (learn)

Make the same mistakes, blame circumstance

I'm in their secondhand smoke

Still just drinking canned Coke

I don't need a Xanny to feel better

On designated drives home

Only one who's not stoned

Don't give me a Xanny now or ever

Please don't try to kiss me on the sidewalk

On your cigarette break

I can't afford to love someone

Who isn't dying by mistake in Silver Lake

What is it about them?

I must be missing something

They just keep doin' nothing

Too intoxicated to be scared

Hm, hm

Hm

Come down, hurting

Learning

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