Bad Bad News

Ain't got no riches

Ain't got no money that runs long

But I got a heart that's strong

And a love that's tall

Ain't got no name, ain't got no fancy education

But I can see right through

A powdered face on a painted fool

Let me slip through (Let me slip through)

Why you tryna hold me back? (I ain't)

I'm just tryna move up front

Little more of this, little less of that (Can you feel me?)

Let me come through (Let me come through)

I'm tired being in the back (Aight)

I'm just tryna move up front

A little more of this, little less of that, yeah

They tell me I was born to lose

But I made a good, good thing

Out of bad, bad news

I don't worry, don't worry

Don't worry 'bout people in my face

I hit 'em with the style and grace

And watch their ankles break, oh, oh

I know you wish, I know you wish I would fade away

But I got more to say, Lord, they pray, ow

Let me slip through (Let me slip through)

Why you tryna hold me back? (I ain't)

I'm just tryna move up front

Little more of this, little less of that (Can you feel me?)

Let me come through (Let me come through)

I'm tired being in the back (Aight)

I'm just tryna move up front

A little more of this, little less of that, yeah

They tell me I was born to lose

But I made a good, good thing

Out of bad, bad news

Alright, alright, all day, all night

Alright, alright, all day, all night

Alright, alright (Oh why)

All day, all night (Oh why)

Alright, alright (Oh why)

All day, all night (Oh why)

They tell me I was born to lose

But I made a good, good thing

Out of bad, bad news