You're so bad, you're so bad, you're so 'Cause falling in love is so hard on the knees You know what I want And it ain't one of these You're bad to the bone And your girlfriend agreed That falling in love is so hard on the knees Yeah I got the DT's But

It ain't right, babe, no It ain't right, no no Mama, don't do that you know It ain't right, yeah, boy boy. It ain't right, yeah, boy boy. All the "bad boys" want some brawl, it's tricky And girls enjoy, they feel so lucky Laughing at weeds running out

Gerald what you so sad for? Why the hell you got the blues? Everybody wanna be in your shoes Everything ain't that bad Name a reason that you got to be mad Man stop acting like a bitch Forgot you're all famous now and rich? Gerald what the fuck is wrong,

Hold up, get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha) Get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha) Bad bitches, fuck 'em then dismiss em (bad, woo) I ain't really here to take no pictures (flash) Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck 'em) Get right witcha Yeah,

Shake it up just like bad medicine Your love is like bad medicine, bad medicine is what I need, whoa There ain't no doctor that can cure my disease You got the potion that can cure my disease Bad medicine (That's what you get for falling in love You get

Like sweat dripping down our dirty laundry No, no chance That I'm leaving here without you on me Yeah, I already know that there ain't no stoppin' 'Cause I want you bad Yeah, I want you, baby Slow, slow hands

Woke up this morning, my baby was gone I ain't got nobody stayin' home with me Since my baby's been gone I felt so bad, my baby's gone My baby she's gone, I'm in misery Well baby, I'm all alone Yeah, baby, I'm all alone I ain't no lovin'

I need you you you Let me hear you say yeah Everybody needs somebody Ain't nobody else around When the sun goes down I need your lovin' so bad All the time All the time (all the time)

And I shiver all over, I shiver all over I shiver all over, 'cause I ain't got you, hmm I wear shades 'cause my eyes are red I got a headache that just won't go away It's a wonder that I'm not dead I get the blues in the mornin' So bad, I scare myself My

And all these bad bitches, man, they want the They want the, they want the Ain't nobody fresher than my mothafuckin' clique, clique, clique, clique, clique As I look around, they don't do it like my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique (Ain't nobody