Bad News

Trey Songz · Other Songs - Trey Songz

Oh, Okay, the news just came in

that Tremaine is, now Im grammy nominated,

aww man what a dream

But whata nigga think, aint shit changed but the color of the leaves

Still gotta go hard, like my dick in ur broad

If you hate that, you can put my dick in yo jaws

And don' t waste that, I will never loose because the

lord is where my faiths at

Uh, take that. Ive endured more pain from the game

More strain on the brain than I thought I could sustain

GranDaddy just died, thats gon' bring my daddy close to me

We gon ride out, and chop it up, thats how it' s supposed to be

Life too short for me to worry about your thoughts.

God judge me, i give a fuck about the court

Plus y' all all foul like shaq was on the court

Don t talk shit now, if you aint back it up before

But y' all can' t stop me from reaching my goals

You gay behind doors looking through a peep hole.

Tired as a nnnn, I dont never sleep tho.

Play the game to win, Ill never cheat though.

Sometimes it seems I will never beat though.

Still how you earn a blow like, C4.

no nigga can take me take me, no repo

no nigga can face me, no equal

Fire under me, Teeth over lip

Under your shit like im under my pits.



Photograph me in a picture like a pimp

the women love me like hate doesn' t exist

Suicide songs I slit my wrists

Suicide doors on the whip aint shit

Do as I can, true as I am, old niggas can never be as new as I am.

I aint sayin the same man, life about evolving.

Many other dudes havent grown, they're just disolvin.

Such a mis fortune, triggers such a problem

Aint no mathamatics to equate him or to solve him

Word is im cold, and they just wanna defrost him

Word in my ? turn to songs, turn to awesome

mind on float, my body on coast, which one pick one

Ill probably finna' touch down,

just bought a seven i aint finna' touch down

thoughts running like a man Trying to get his gut down

Daydreaming of my aborted daughters

Trying to put my best foot forward and balance

Like a skater would, searching for a greater good

Ridin' through my old neighborhood, outter door

Reefs, it was Christmas time, 40 chrome piece with a clip inside

Out of yo reach, Salvatore feet

I adore beats, then I kill'em so sweet,

Sick of niggas hating, quit deliberating

This anti-climatic how your antics are average, Im on acid,

Said you got it all backwards, trey songs sings.

But tremaine has all assests

Bastards, bastards.