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Bad Things

 

Bad Things


I put you on a fucking pedestal
Taking over, losing all control
And we high on some medical
Doing shit I never done before
Doing bad things, doing bad things
You got me doing, got me doing bad things
Doing bad things, doing bad things
You got me doing, got me doing bad things

He the type to fly you out for a weekend in London
He the type to have sex while the engine running
He the type to call you up at two in the morning
Then the type to wake you up wit' eggs and a muffin
He the type to take you out and show you off
Take you home, no talk, break you off
He the type to tie you up with his Louis belt
He the type to close off, never know why we fell
(Running, runnin')
And I'm running and running like a rat in this bitch
He got a holda me like a trap in this bitch
And I'm going, no, coming, no mat to this shit
He my drug and I keep coming back for a fix
Keep coming back, keep coming back for a fix (Keep coming back, keep coming back for a fix)
What the fuck is this?
I'm losing my grip like I fell off a cliff

I put you on a fucking pedestal
Taking over, losing all control
And we high on some medical
Doing shit I never done before
Doing bad things, doing bad things
You got me doing, got me doing bad things
Doing bad things, doing bad things
You got me doing, got me doing bad things

Go round for round till I need a glass of water
Fuck town to town like we're running for the border
Bed making sounds, you harder than a boulder
You 'bout to drown, got my legs on your shoulders
Got me doing bad things, breaking all the rules
Feeling like I'm 16 and I'm back in school
Bad ass bitch, so I know you want it
Grab on this so I know you want it
Bite my lips so you know I love it
Talk that shit, yeah, you know I love it
Fuck that shit, don't quit, I'm on it
Look for it like you lost your wallet
Shot that six when I jumped up on it
Took those pics when I jumped up on it
From your beanie down to your shoes (To your shoes)
Green eyes and your tattoos (Your tattoos)
Hand on my lap, we riding through (Riding through)
Already know what we 'bout to do

I put you on a fucking pedestal
Taking over, losing all control
And we high on some medical
Doing shit I never done before
Doing bad things, doing bad things
You got me doing, got me doing bad things
Doing bad things, doing bad things
You got me doing, got me doing bad things

feito

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