Tryin' to be a good girl, but fallin' for a bad boy She's a good girl, sky blue turquoise Fallin' for a bad boy, drivin' that Detroit Big block, cruisin' up the blacktop Turnin' up a corn row, scarecrow, farm house, gravel road Comin' for a good girl,

You ride like a cowboy toward the sun And life ain't fun, when you're on the run Got your gold and you got your gun The life as an outlaw just begun Got your shotgun by your side Got your horse and you got your pride You ride till there ain't no place to

Black Cats, White Cats All my Zef Cats, look out Big dog in the place to be! Pitbull terrier, I am a pitbull terrier Pussy, for bad boy No pussy, sad boy You’re making me crazy Mal in the skull boy All work and no play

They made rules for fools, so get wise Where were you last night? Dear mummy, dear daddy, You had plans for me, I was your only son. And long before this baby boy could count to three, You knew just what he would become.

Johnny you're too bad Now you're lootin' now you're shootin' Boy you're too bad One of these days when you hear a voice say come Where you gonna run to? There will be no rock Walking down the road with a pistol in your waist Walking down the road with a

Playboy shit, that's some playboy shit Woke up rich, real bad bitch I've been going in, shout out to my wrist Playboy shit, that's some playboy shit, yeah I've been going in, shout out to my clique You can't keep up with me, I be going hard, yeah Need a

This song's for you There's a million pretty girls all over Come on, eh, eh, eh What I gotta do to get you into my life? I could be your bad boy or baby I could be nice I would give you all the stars If you give me the night Been all around the world And

Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock Everybody in the whole cell block This one recorded live Right here tonight And I think you've got the fuckin' jive Cause we've got some bad beat boogie woogie For ya boys

No, it's not supposed to go like that Tommy found his daddy's gun And Joey had never seen one Real cowboy all dressed up As he held it in his hand Said, "You be good and I'll be bad" Then he pulled the trigger back Stopped little Tommy in his tracks

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,