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Bad Apples
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Bad Apples was released on May 25, 2018 by Ambaum as a part of the album YouGood?
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Release DateMay 25, 2018
LabelAmbaum
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM73

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Travis Thompson
Travis Thompson
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Duff McKagan
Duff McKagan
Songwriter
Axl Rose
Axl Rose
Songwriter
Saul Hudson
Saul Hudson
Songwriter
Jeffrey Isbell
Jeffrey Isbell
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Said that boy all bark, no bite
Runnin' full court, till we got no lights
In the '04, no plates, so high
They like, "How dem bad apples go and get so ripe?"
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I said that boy all bark, no bite
Runnin' full court, till we got no lights
In the '04, no plates, so high
They like, "How dem bad apples go and get so ripe?"
[Verse 3]
Said that boy all bark, no bite
Plate a'pulled pork and can a'cold Sprite
Young and so bored, baby, what's your vice?
Yeah, we can find the Lord if you give me your night
[Verse 4]
'Cause I'm from the West side
When I really am from just North of the West side
Where the kids don't know no better, don't know left, right
Which way is up? And like, yes I
Don't say enough and they best line
Is you play too much and get fined, no pay for us
[Verse 5]
Are you ridin' or not?
Try to keep it a buck
You bail, you pussy, just sleep on the bus
Walk through the halls with the weed in my sock
Until I seen this dog, spin a stall and I flush
Tryna keep a C average or
Mama goin' batshit
I'm too occupied with tryna stick my index in a bad bitch
Used to stumble through the madness of
Taken from my classmates, thinkin' if I can't afford it
Then why should he get to have it?
I still remember every man who ever jumped me
I can't get past
And when I'm on, I'm finna put a hit out on yo bitch ass
[Verse 6]
That boy all bark, no bite
Runnin' full court, till we got no lights
In the '04, no plates, so high
They like, "How dem bad apples go and get so ripe?"
[Verse 7]
Yeah, I said that boy all bark, no bite
Runnin' full court, till we got no lights
In the '04, no plates, so high
They like, "How dem bad apples go and get so ripe?"
[Verse 8]
Ay, mama say, "I'm not one of yo little friends"
Man, I'm fuckin' up, I'm fuckin' up
I'm fuckin' up again, ay
Dirt all in the house, my dad don't trust none of my friends
Man, I'm fuckin' up, I'm fuckin' up
I'm fuckin' up again
[Verse 9]
Yo, I love the way they look
When they tell me I'm not a bad kid
I love the way they look
When they tell me potential massive
I love the way I book with security, doin' backflips
In the back of a Crown Vic, said cop asked me
"Travis, how's your dad been?"
Said he too small for me, sip the lukewarm forty
Put the rose gold sharpie on these two porn shorties
Dot the "i" with a heart and tell 'em
Shirts is gon' be twenty
This of the life of the boy
From a part of town not important
[Verse 10]
Put the block on my sleeve
Throw some rocks on my teeth
'Nother check in the mail
Ain't no boss tellin' me
How to move with my day
Who'd-a thought this where I'd be?
Lil' chubby kid from Ambaum
Talkin' shit, but honestly
[Verse 11]
You know that boy all bark, no bite
Runnin' full court, till we got no lights
In the '04, no plates, so high
They like, "How dem bad apples go and get so ripe?"
[Verse 12]
Yeah, I said that boy all bark, no bite
Runnin' full court, till we got no lights
In the '04, no plates, so high
They like, "How dem bad apples go and get so ripe?"
[Verse 13]
Most nights I get so high
Can't find my way back home
Don't know myself no more
Most nights I get so high
Can't find my way back home
Don't know myself no more
Written by: Axl Rose, Duff McKagan, Jeffrey Isbell, Saul Hudson
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