Bad News - Trey Songz
Oh, Okay, the news just came in that Tremaine is, now Im grammy nominated, aww man what a dream But whata nigga think, aint shit changed but the color of the leaves Still gotta go hard, like my dick in ur broad If you hate that, you can put my dick in yo jaws And don' t waste that, I will never loose because the lord is where my faiths at Uh, take that. Ive endured more pain from the game More strain on the brain than I thought I could sustain GranDaddy just died, thats gon' bring my daddy close to me We gon ride out, and chop it up, thats how it' s supposed to be Life too short for me to worry about your thoughts. God judge me, i give a fuck about the court Plus y' all all foul like shaq was on the court Don t talk shit now, if you aint back it up before But y' all can' t stop me from reaching my goals You gay behind doors looking through a peep hole. Tired as a nnnn, I dont never sleep tho. Play the game to win, Ill never cheat though. Sometimes it seems I will never beat though. Still how you earn a blow like, C4. no nigga can take me take me, no repo no nigga can face me, no equal Fire under me, Teeth over lip Under your shit like im under my pits. Photograph me in a picture like a pimp the women love me like hate doesn' t exist Suicide songs I slit my wrists Suicide doors on the whip aint shit Do as I can, true as I am, old niggas can never be as new as I am. I aint sayin the same man, life about evolving. Many other dudes havent grown, they're just disolvin. Such a mis fortune, triggers such a problem Aint no mathamatics to equate him or to solve him Word is im cold, and they just wanna defrost him Word in my ? turn to songs, turn to awesome mind on float, my body on coast, which one pick one Ill probably finna' touch down, just bought a seven i aint finna' touch down thoughts running like a man Trying to get his gut down Daydreaming of my aborted daughters Trying to put my best foot forward and balance Like a skater would, searching for a greater good Ridin' through my old neighborhood, outter door Reefs, it was Christmas time, 40 chrome piece with a clip inside Out of yo reach, Salvatore feet I adore beats, then I kill'em so sweet, Sick of niggas hating, quit deliberating This anti-climatic how your antics are average, Im on acid, Said you got it all backwards, trey songs sings. But tremaine has all assests Bastards, bastards.
Artist: Trey Songz
Title: Bad News