Текст песни BAD STAR - burningforestboy

Bad Star, lil' baby in a fast car
Party everyday and singing sad songs
Everybody tryina treat me right baby
But the devil tryina beat me in a dance-off

Bad Star, they wanna come with you
But I don't do any side-bitches
That shit make me nauseous
And I don't even wanna have to choose
I just can't make up my mind, baby
I'm too undecided

20 police upon the state line
I don't know how we could escape
Imagine we're dreaming through the same mind
I don't how we're gonna wake
Got problems that I don't need to pay mind
And problems that want me at the same time
Bad baby tryina take my sweatshirt off
I'm Speed race, getting top and playing Sex Bob-omb

Oh you can tell my story
Just tell my mom I'm sorry
And I don't need nobody
Forest don't tell no stories

Freedom is a lie, lately, but it's always on my mind
They want me to die, baby
But the problem is you gotta get in line

Bad Star, lil' baby in a fast car
Party everyday and singing sad songs
Everybody tryina treat me right baby
But the devil tryina beat me in a dance-off

Bad Star, they wanna come with you
But I don't do any side-bitches
That shit make me nauseous
And I don't even wanna have to choose
I just can't make up my mind, baby
I'm too undecided