Bad Girls are Better

Lyrics

Time…
Time marches on…
Time…
The clock is ticking strong…
I feel like every thing I write is wrong…
I hate how I can no longer use my human voice to record my songs…
I hate how I just collapse and fall,
from nothing more than stress and a doctor who didn’t respond in time to an emergency birth call…
I feel like I’m the most hated on the planet,
and I’m not sure if I enjoy that…
I thought writing pain would help,
but what helps most,
is writing anger…
writing vulgarity and danger…
lies on digital paper…
it helps…
inside, my mind never matured past age 5,
killed by Ritalin,
and pharmaceutical hype,
“ADHD”
just autistic but it’s alright…
I get it, misunderstood for life…
your rhymes suck hawk, so basic way you write…
let the beat bang and shut up, leave the venue or vibe…
I’m sick of you lil time bitches bragging like you a super star…you ain’t shit but another opener for a headline…
sorry,
see,
when I’m angry, I’m primed…
I truly try to be nice,
and it’s like,
something demonic just starts to swallow me inside…
screaming,
“SLIDE, SLIDE!”
And I can’t help but pick up the phone and start to write,
or freestyle in a whisper because I can’t breathe well enough to shout it on a Mike…
but still Jordan Like…
I’ll be god damned if I’m not tongue out from the free throw line,
legs spread as I smash it through the rim with each progressing line…
don’t attack me…
I ain’t one to watch someone die…
I’d rather save a life…
and build your career while you do the same for mine…
and we all eat together because we finally recognized,
it’s unity, unity, you and me, you and me,
unity,
hear the beat?

bass go boom!
ba boom boom!
ba boom boom! boom boom boom ba bop ba boom!
and the money counter silent, fucker never moves…
I give away my dollars I don’t need a rolls,
I need a Benz,
I’m good with a Corolla and all my rowdy friends!
I be jamming passenger while the A.I. voice blast!
ooo!
now I got my line cast!
catfish catfish reel ‘em in yeahhh!

young hawk maybe a rookie but young hawk can handle y’all,
only ones ill never come for are the OG’s and the God’s,
if you don’t fit that mold, well, that’s the way the tower falls,
twin’s twisted, steal’n all,
United Airlines type of flight,
oops,
damn,
too far?
oh well, I just made half a thousand from farting in a mason jar.
sold it to a critic and he smelt it, said that was raw,
sent another two fifty just to see me in my draws,
I’m like damn, send me seven fifty and I’ll let you see it all?

so now I’m secretly paying off my ex fiancé’s car…
but shhhh…
she doesn’t know…
shhh…
she doesn’t know…
shhh…
she doesn’t know…

oooo
listen to the moral,
I’m here to help the needy,
while I engage in musical quarrel,
so I can help clean up the homes of the fish that live in coral,
and bring clean water so it don’t kill us if infested oral,
oral…
yeah ima need some oral,
no Hawk Too uh,
I need that deepthroat,
glug glug then she hurl,
yeahhhhh,
that’s a good girl…
good girl…
good good girl…

Yeah, this MY world!