You're trying to take me to a place Where the sun only shine on a few And trying to make the kinda deals Like the devil gotta plan for you
They say that sixteen tons Can take a man to his grave I see you carrying seventeen Eating all your cake
I leave it all on the floor 'Cause that's what you gotta do What kind of man Would I be without rules? Something like you But nothing like you
'Cause you're a bad, bad, bad Bad mothafucker to me Bad, bad, bad Bad mothafucker to me Bad mothafucker to me Oh, you're a bad mothafucker
I'm trying to hold on tight for dear life When you wanna do your thing But your thing ain't a thing That I need to bring the sunshine in
I'd shoot for a prayer If I thought that it would heal But ain't no passages or prophets Got the words for my relief
I can't leave it up to God I know that's what some gotta do What kinda man Would I be without rules? Something like you But nothing so cruel
'Cause you're a bad, bad, bad Bad mothafucker to me Bad, you a bad, bad Bad mothafucker to me Bad mothafucker to me Oh, you're a bad mothafucker
I can't leave it up to God I know that's what some gotta do What kinda man Would I be without rules? Something like you But nothing like you
'Cause you're a bad, bad, bad Bad mothafucker to me Bad, oh you a bad, bad Bad mothafucker to me
Bad, bad, bad Bad mothafucker to me Bad, oh you a bad, bad Bad mothafucker to me Bad mothafucker to me Oh, you're a bad mothafucker
Bad mothafucker to me Oh, you're a bad mothafucker, owTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
