super bad, a super bad brother, ha, heh Super bad uh, come on dance it, come on Super bad, jab, good Lord, super bad Mercy, huh, let me hear ya, super bad
Well, I guess God was a lot more demonstrative back When he flamboyantly parted the sea Now everybody's prayin', don't pray on me Tell everybody prayin', don't pray on me
me off (Don't brush me off) Aah just because I don't belong Pass me on by, ignore my cry Forget me when I die Just don't sell me short Ooh not while I
that underground heroes of the tarmac Shoot smack were blowing up worlds And damned out loud Hey can you tell me how does it feel? Yeah, tell me, can
me lost in the fray You create at your own reality And leave mine to me And leave mine to me And leave mine to me And leave mine to me
long as he can wear the crown I know this man all too well It's my poor friend me A portrayal of the great dichotomy (Great dichotomy) It's my poor friend me
what you see There is nothing more than the surface of me There is nothing more than the surface of me Take me as I am, judge me for my crimes I can
desert you I couldn't possibly express how much I care So turn your back on me Come on, turn your back on me To survive turn your back on me We're the
anything for him, but the nigga refuse To just quit straight shittin' on me Keepin' your distance? Probably best if you don't wanna fuck with me But you know me
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I roll with Bad Boys, we like them bad girls Them fast girls, them love to shake that ass girls Get with me, let's get a suite, order somethin' to eat Tell me
you can't hold me down Yeah, you can't hold me down C'mon, can't hold me down You can't hold me down Eh-eh, you can't hold me down You can't hold me
YOU BUG ME BAD Writer Wanda Jackson Baby-baby, boy you bug me bad Yeah, baby-baby, boy you bug me bad You're the strangest little lover This old world
deceiving as I'm feeling, the flesh make me bad Does it make me bad? Does it make me bad? Does it make me bad? Does it make me bad?
, I've cried so much I'm tired and I'm numb, oh, baby, I hate it I feel bad that I don't feel bad, no, I don't feel bad
preacher's daughter She was baptized in dirty water Her mama cried the first time they caught her with me They knew they couldn't stop her She holds tight, me
