Bad News

The way it goes down I know that you'll be back again The way it goes down I know that you'll be back again Looking back at my ass Moving on on my own, on my own, on my own On my own, on my own, on my own Some places I simply don't belong I'm not your little candy store, yeah I'm not the one you wanna talk to in the morning I got bad news I got bad news But it's so true I got bad news I got bad news But it's so true You know When your friend hits your phone asking if you're okay And you're absolutely not What do you say? "I'm okay, it's fine," but it's really not Yeah, I'm super hot Watch all these bitches give me props when the casket drops Watch all these bitches give me props when the casket drops All these bitches on my, uh, when I'm up in the spot Watch these bitches give me props when the casket drops The way it goes down I know that you'll be back again The way it goes down I know that you'll be back again