Binance

Bad Luck (Trent Michael)

You're nothin but a, a big mouth Such a tough talker from the deep south Well I'm a, a sore loser I'm a sure doubt You wanna come closer well come on and find out I try to pay attention, try to speak clear I never, I never tell you what you, you want to hear But if ya, ya don't like it you could cover your ears I put the pedal to the floor but I forgot just how to steer So, you better back up I'll show you bad luck Ooh you got me shakin in my boots like I was seventeen My tongue's a match and all my veins are full of gasoline I come upon ya like a hit of methamphetamine Eyes roll back in your head Well I tell you right now, you better watch your back You can talk dirty til your tongue turns black But if you're throwin into me I'm gonna throw it right back at you Well you got, dirty pictures in your black book You got, dead bodies in your back brooke You got a bad luck flag hanging on a hook Right in front of your house, well all your neighbors had to look So I crawl to the top of the escalator With my ten dirty fingers push the hell out of the ______ Because their misbehavior's my solitary savior So it's better that I give it to you now instead of later So, you better back up I'll show you bad luck Well, ooh you got me shakin in my boots like I was seventeen My tongue's a match and all my veins are full of gasoline I come upon ya like a hit of methamphetamine Eyes roll back in your head Well I tell you right now, you better watch your back You can talk dirty til your tongue turns black But if you're throwin into me I'm gonna throw it right back at you Ba ba da da, ba ba ba da ba, oh You better back up I'll show you bad luck Well ooh you got me shakin in my boots like I was seventeen My tongue's a match and all my veins are full of gasoline I come upon ya like a hit of methamphetamine Eyes roll back in your he-head Well I tell you right now, you better watch your back You can talk dirty til your tongue turns black If you're throwin into me I'm gonna throw it right back at you