Knaff - Bad Bad Boy Lyrics

I'm a west coast kid (west coast)
I'm a west coast kid (west coast)
Workin' harder than an east coast bitch (west coast)
Being raised by that midwest shit (midwest)
I'm from vegas, i'm hella sick (hella sick, yah)
I'm no rollin' stone (rollin' stone)
I'm more loyal than the god damn pope (amen)
With bones built by the city i love (vegas strong)
I'm repping vegas, i'm hella dope
(We hella dope, yah)

I've had blue balls for several weeks (blue balls)
F*cking no pussy got me
Turning into a priest (pussy)
I've been packing the bite, call me tyson (K.O)
Now i'm olympian the sea like poseidon
(Doobee, yah yah)
So where my nuns at, uh (doobee, yah yah)
All my five-ten ladies with a fat ass (ah, ah, ah)
I got a six ton load geared up to trombone (doobee, yah yah)
Your canyons (ah, ah, ah)
Yep, i'm a madman (madman)
The mess to the masses (masses)
With a filthy strong heart (heart)
And not very smart (smart)
I hope this ends quietly

Will i ever get the chance to apologize (so sorry)
To apologize (so sorry) for my vulgar sincerity (yah)
Ever get the chance to realize (for real)
To realize, (for real) who i am (who i am)
'Cause i can't figure it out
(Can't figure it out, can't figure it out)
Figure it out, why i'm a bad bad boy (bad boy)
Will i ever figure it out, (so sorry) and give a damn

It all started as an authentic martian (yah)
Original target, (yah) a maverick (maverick)
(Gross)
This ego gets jurassic (yah)
I played out last nights mistress (yah)
What was she, (41) like forty-one
If woodshedding is a crime (chigga, yah)
I'll be on the next flight (chigga, yah)
As the new villain (chigga, yah)
On this renaissance trip (chigga, yah)
Not excepting friend requests (chigga, yah)
Only creeping on some chick's (chigga, yah)
While i'm rubbing on my dis-infatuation (chigga, yah)
I swear i'm (i swear it)
Usually blue eyed (blue, blue, blue eyed yah)
But i know i know i know i know
I know i know i know (i know it)
How i can be, (yah) what i can be

(Change it up)
Buck down, get naked (buck it)
Do something to get famous (f*ck it)
Shameful decisions (suck it)
The cliche injections (love it)
Our sense of life perspectives (huh)
Are vastly imperfect-ing (yah)
All our future young ambition-eers
(Listen, listen, listen)
Shit, i really need air support over this drunkin'
Bottom lip of self-livid turbulence