Текст песни Sugarcane - Bad Cop/Bad Cop

She went back to the guy that beat her
Who publicly called her his whore
If he came within five feet of me
There'd be a price on his head for sure

I'd use a fucking hammer on his face
Yes, I would do that for her
I would bite, kick, stab, and brawl
Then he'd be out her life forever

I feel bad for you, Sugarcane
You really think you deserve to be treated this way
Yeah, fuck what your mother taught you
You're worth more than you could dream to think

So, get up, get out, get on
Pick a new life, one that you'd want
Get up, get out, get on
Be good to yourself, nothing's impossible

Without a roof over your head
You're stressed that you don't got a choice
And it's landed you back in the hands
Of that violently oppressive man

Well, get up, get out, get on
Pick a new life, one you'd be proud of
Get up, get out, get on
In this world, nothing's impossible

'Cause he'll never change
And "sorry"'s don't mean a thing
To someone that considers you a nothing

The truth, it fucking stings
But so do bad beatings
I learned to stitch by sewing up your injuries
When will you learn you should be treated like a queen?

So, get up, get out, get on
Pick a new life, one that you want
Get up, get out, get on
Treat yourself, nothing's impossible

Get up, get out, get on
Pick a new life, one that you want
Get up, get out, get on
It's your world, nothing's impossible (impossible)
Impossible, impossible