Bad Star

Bad Star, lil' baby in a fast car Party everyday and singing sad songs Everybody tryina treat me right baby But the devil tryina beat me in a dance-off Bad Star, they wanna come with you But I don't do any side-bitches That shit make me nauseous And I don't even wanna have to choose I just can't make up my mind, baby I'm too undecided 20 police upon the state line I don't know how we could escape Imagine we're dreaming through the same mind I don't how we're gonna wake Got problems that I don't need to pay mind And problems that want me at the same time Bad baby tryina take my sweatshirt off I'm Speed race, getting top and playing Sex Bob-omb Oh you can tell my story Just tell my mom I'm sorry And I don't need nobody Forest don't tell no stories Freedom is a lie, lately, but it's always on my mind They want me to die, baby But the problem is you gotta get in line Bad Star, lil' baby in a fast car Party everyday and singing sad songs Everybody tryina treat me right baby But the devil tryina beat me in a dance-off Bad Star, they wanna come with you But I don't do any side-bitches That shit make me nauseous And I don't even wanna have to choose I just can't make up my mind, baby I'm too undecided