Tekster:
Atmosphere Sad Clown Bad Summer Number 9

then I had bad game Otherwise there probably be a few with my last name Better that my true love was rap Now let it out on reverse, until the bad dub

made me some coffee Afraid that if I drink some it's probably coming right back out me Couple of advil, relax and chill At a standstill with how bad

back then I had bad game Otherwise there probably be a few with my last name Better that my true love was rap Now let it out on reverse, until the bad

down time Nerves at blast, disturbin the masses of rats with these thin tips and fat caps Thinking bout your little brother, cause he been tryin hit the yard with you all summer

together I don't ever remember trying to make her feel bad Back then, we didn't see things like that [Chorus: Background Singing] (Your number one) [