On and on, reckless abandon Something's wrong This is gonna shock them Nothing to hold on to We'll use this song To lead you on And break the truth With more bad news We left a scar

I miss the old Kanye, straight from the go Kanye Chop up the soul Kanye, set on his goals Kanye I hate the new Kanye, the bad mood Kanye The always rude Kanye, spaz in the news Kanye I miss the sweet Kanye, chop up the beats Kanye I gotta to say at that

She don't lie, she don't lie, she don't lie cocaine If you want to hang out you've got to take her out cocaine If you want to get down, down on the ground cocaine If you got bad news, you want to kick them blues cocaine When your day is done and you want

I'm just second hand news When times go bad And let me do my stuff I'm just second hand news yeah When times go rough Won't you lay me down in tall grass I know there's nothing to say Someone has taken my place I know I got nothin' on you

It's getting old The bad news Why turn on my TV When it's only tragedy Why turn on my radio When the headlines hurt you know We are all immigrants Sorry for the bad news It's always an issue

I won't go getting tired of you I'm not getting tired So shame on me for the ruse Shame on me for the blues Another one returned that I'll never use I can be your liar I can be your bearer of bad news Sick and uninspired by

And it's not your fault That I fumbled your heart Should've let go of my past for you You did everything I asked of you Drived across the country if I asked you too I fumbled your heart But I'm just bad for you I'm bad news, yeah I'm just bad for you I'm

Don't bring me bad news, no bad news I don't need none of your bad news today You're a sad little boy, anyone can see you're just a sad little boy That's why you're carrying on that way Why don't you burn it all down, burn your own house down, burn your

Alright alright, all day all night I'm just tryna move up front They tell me I was born to lose But I made a good good thing out of bad bad news Let me slip through (let me slip through) Why you tryna hold me back? (I ain't) Lil more of this, lil less of

Might like to Go to the show To feel the warm thrill of confusion That space cadet glow I've got some bad news for you, sunshine Pink isn't well, he stayed back at the hotel And they sent us along as a surrogate band