revving I blast heathins If they had me in bad season [Chorus:] These things must mean bad seasons, and they must be for a reason These things must mean bad seasons
: [Verse 1] Some people wake up late, I wake up mad late All the time hungover, it?s a sad state I love liquor, she my bitch and her ass great But I
now I'ma wreck your game Yeah, this is the season for a change [Hook x2: Guru] This is the season, this is the season This is the season, for a change
would never freeze up when its time to throw B's up We need a Jesus to relieve us when millies bust Now we're over seas plus with euros and visas 58,
light stops just call me cyclops I see what others might not the white cops are on me, aww man we?re in a tight spot its ironic though I?m bad yep my
in let it out pull my nigger to the... better watch the chickens I do fall it a bit stick it might even go a little bit of licking Gotta be bad for that
(feat. Aylia Yates, Reign Yates, Lecoya Lejeune) [Tech N9ne:] I now pronounce me and music together from now until the end of time Always on the road
I feel obligated to hire ?em higher desired I?m wired my empire is tiresome but if she fly I?ll invite her to my asylum alumni find relaxation off in a bonsai this bad season
[Chorus] Hard liquor Me and my people be so drunk we don?t drive We take the trolley ?cause of hard liquor, We started Waldo to Westport and pee in every
[Intro: Some guys talking] The spiked red hair...and the..and the, paint on his face Whow, hold on man, Tech is losein' it man He's not as grounded as
[Verse 1] Some people wake up late, I wake up mad late All the time hungover, it?s a sad state I love liquor, she my bitch and her ass great But I don
seems a thousand times before My back to a closing door And my eyes to the seasons That roll out underneath my heels And you don?t know how bad it feels
the Coupe D'Ville, shoot to kill Ask niggas, Duke is real Stay lookin' for the loot to steal He determined, don't try to touch Bad Boy 'cause we's burnin
We sin a lot Wonder will He let me in? And not constantly tryin' to find a reason why Because I'm a Bad Boy, they wanna label me a bad guy Now who am
Official player anthem, say what you drankin shorty? Pop that Henn roll somethin let's get this party started I roll with Bad Boys (Bad Boy) we like them bad girls (bad
Hong Kong He's found his self in a sticky icky icky situation But you know somethin', I have faith in the Bad Boys Bad Boys bring it on home, bring it on home Bad
bricks, light tan bricks Just hit a lick, for fifty more bricks Ballin' like a bitch, with all these bricks Bricks, thirty six zips, that's a whole chick Wanna bad
four floors we livin' lookin' grand clippin' mo tan fuckin' with that sand black diamonds stay stuntin' round that corner uptown rep hunter Bitch she bad
