Yaki - Bad Lyrics

I can see it on their faces; what the win's'll take
I don't know how to imitate
Maybe that's the real difference between me and Drake
A decent pace I keep as my eagerness helps me clear the way
But each embarrassment is in a keep in such deep a place
That even rays of sunlight don't really help it illuminate
Women came, I pushed three away
Status quo, I keep it the same
I really felt a difference between us lately
False images prove your mind weaker if you are, you get me?
All the curses are what prove that you or I are a star, offended?
I'm a mortal man, not a legend, still caught in this f*cking system
I don't tell my dad that I miss him, so pa if you ever listen to all my little confessions,
Just know I'm always thinking of you and ma, always for the best and
One song is all it takes
Couple of hours fly away
I'm wired to put the pen to paper
True self will never shy the same
Who else can relate to my own pain?
Yeah, I ate but with great restraint
Try to break this impatient and angry, faithful to candy, addict's brain
I might be bad, I might be bad
I might be bad
But you're f*cking worse
Mark Wahlberg could't beat me in a race, I'm sure of it
Unless I'm overdosed and blazed, I wonder when the percs will hit
A serve in tennis couldn't ever compare to that little Persian spinner
Who learned that after molly and syrup, she becomes unsure of shit
I curse at every turn cuz I'm heartless and very numb
My apartment's a buried one, bread has mold and it's always the setting sun
Underground
That's why I carry a subtle sound
Waiting for me to rhyme with come around
That's how f*ckin dumb ya sound
Crack open a window like I never been through pain
But my feet are so used to the sills that it's almost inhumane
You want me to kiss you babe?
After all of the shit you say?
You f*cked another guy just cuz we didn't have a way to communicate?
3 weeks too late, see these? blueprints
For the future
Never armed a bazooka
To go and harm my seducer
That's the shit that you do
I do it once in a blue moon
My thumbs are typing away
As I numb and lie bout my pain
It's gonna take some subtle work for me to try and then unearth
What caused my mom to birth a habit-less, manic? No,
Leader of Berk
Might see some Hiccups on the road to success
Even then maybe an asterisk when my name's next to the best
But I look to captain Haddock on how to control my vessel
Don't you remember that song I sent you?
All done, but I'm back to re-issue this
Blasphemous misuse
Of habits I built through a craft I can still use
My act is a bit loose
Some shit I just can't listen to anymore
Listening to music everyday is just a ritual
These tables i jot my notes on got rust from all these syllables
My next move, light up jet fluid, fools
Looking killable
No red flags, cuz if I'm next to it, i could even kill a bull.
I might be bad, I might be bad
I might be bad
But you're f*cking worse
I'm ill, if you didn't know it
My immune system is broken
Like ammunition reloaded, i choke it
Zoning out on homeless folks in intense conversation with no one but themselves
I've armed myself with bits of information to try and help
But still the darkness seeps in, feels like this time it will prevail
Still wake up the next morning with needles and my head swollen
Ab merko neend aa rahi hai