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letra de i'm bad. no apologies. - danny van vianen

throw your hands up
you got something to say
cover your heart

(nah, you’re just in denial)

run with bricks in my pockets
band of k!llers pick ya pocket
i’m a thug can’t stop it
transforming in my docket
i’m a man not conforming
not a fan, now im stormin
field of green but no grass
she’s my queen with no sash
smoking scene of my stash
now we’ll party like bash
yes i’m here why did you ask me
i arrived all on your asscheeks
it speaks to clean the sheets cause when i’m done
you’re a lion with those streaks
baby yeah you know you’re a freak
i’m bad. no apologies
she’s sad. what an atrocity
can’t help my velocity
pick me up hot commodity
i’m bad. no apologies
she’s sad. what an atrocity
can’t help my velocity
pick me up hot commodity

throw your hands up
you got something to say
cover your heart
you know you’re in the wrong place
throw your hands up
when you’re not feeling proud
lay your head down
feel the silence of crowd

no way (repeat)
you say (repeat)
that i (repeat)
would try and find another way
be the guy be the white noise
be the only artist you want to employ
be one of the ones you deploy for a run at some fun imma be the son of a gun imma be the obi won
my arms extended towards a place of rearranging
my changing face awards records i tend to make them
i’m back for gains no there’s no time for games
i’m wack-i’ll go crazy… you won’t forget my name b-tch
i’m bad. no apologies
she’s sad. what an atrocity
can’t help my velocity
pick me up hot commodity
i’m bad. no apologies
she’s sad. what an atrocity
can’t help my velocity
pick me up hot commodity

throw your hands up
you got something to say
cover your heart
you know you’re in the wrong place
throw your hands up
when you’re not feeling proud
lay your head down
feel the silence of crowd

resort to violence when you hear my name called out
fight on the dance court like you just fouled out
take a breather like you just balled out
then remember what you are and howl it proud
in denial like you’re stuck upriver
no one can hear you scream and quiver
on trial like “can he really deliver”
keep trying, she say’s that i’m a giver
i’m bad. no apologies
she’s sad. what an atrocity
can’t help my velocity
pick me up hot commodity
i’m bad. no apologies
she’s sad. what an atrocity
can’t help my velocity
pick me up

- danny van vianen

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