Lyrics Bad Bad News - Leon Bridges

Ain't got no riches, ain't got no money that runs long
But I got a heart that's strong
And a love that's tall
Ain't got no name, ain't got no fancy education
But I can see right through
A powdered face on a painted fool

Let me slip through (let me slip through)
Why you tryna hold me back? (I ain't)
I'm just tryna move up front
Lil' more of this, lil' less of that (can you feel me?)
Let me come through (let me come through)
I'm tired of being in the back (a'ight)
I'm just tryna move up front
A lil' more of this, a lil' less of that, yeah

They tell me I was born to lose
But I made a good, good thing out of bad, bad news

I don't worry, don't worry, don't worry about people in my face
I hit 'em with the style and grace
And watch their ankles break
I know you wish, I know you wish I would fade away
But I got more to say, Lord, they pray

Let me slip through (let me slip through)
Why you tryna hold me back? (I ain't)
I'm just tryna move up front
Lil' more of this, lil' less of that (can you feel me?)
Let me come through (let me come through)
I'm tired of being in the back (a'ight)
I'm just tryna move up front
A lil' more of this, a lil' less of that, yeah

They tell me I was born to lose
But I made a good, good thing out of bad, bad news

All day, all night, alright, alright
All day, all night, alright, alright
All day, all night, alright, alright
All day, all night

They tell me I was born to lose
But I made a good, good thing out of bad, bad news