Bad Chick - Liv Grace Blue

Why you look like that? (he looks crazy as fuck) He look crazy as hell But he dress well (oh, my God) Why his face look puff? Why he look like that? (you look like a-) Why your hair like that? (like a chipmunk or something) Why your teeth like that? (or like a prairie dog) Why your cheeks like that? I got this shitty moustache, and a new haircut Short but tall enough to ride every ride, so it's fair enough Teeth crooked but my breath fresh just like the evergreens My attitude is bit like, a psys- fuck! You mean a psychopath I bet the marble feel good on your bare foot I'm in the backyard hidin' out like I'm Bigfoot And I won't cater to you Yeah, I'm not Carrabba's, and I ain't takin' orders Here for the loot, and to inspire some of you To do what you do despite all the, "Fuck you's" 'Cause they shit on your shit, stab you right in the back 'Til you're shittin' on the toilet with Grammys in your lap Niggas talk a lot of shit, in a safe place Aimin' with they keyboard, they shootin' uppercase I'm bookin' tour dates, money in the suitcase Commander and the chief like, Barack Hussein Same nigga, two names, I am onto new things Flyin' out of Houston, lemme say a few things I don't give a fuck about you or your screen name I'ma be a star even if I say the same things 'Cause them same things keep me on the wavelengths I dropped another verse so you gon' have to pay me Glock with no safety, seen niggas on the pavement Over gang affiliations, guns with extensions Seein' niggas get anxious, all these internet gangstas I'm runnin' outta patience, nigga, stick to your day shift And watch what you're sayin', and please keep prayin' 'Cause niggas talk big 'til that price on their head I feel these voices always drown out all the noise in the room They don't employ you for your purpose, they just need a platoon Another number in a line ready to march into tombs I ain't the one to assume, I put the coon in tycoon We colonizin' the moon, I see you look to the sky And start to wish it was you, sometimes I wish I was me Sometimes I'm watchin' my life I'm dissociated from what eats my heart up at night Sleep on a cloud of my strife I ain't afraid of the heights, they all afraid to appall I'm just afraid of excitement bein' a trip to the mall I need a summer to fall, I need a winter to spring Got all these seasons within me, buildin' a story to sing Don't need a dollar to dream, I need a billion, in facts I need a trillion in wealth, y'all niggas need to relax I wanna build up the culture, they wanna dream in the trap I took the zoom off my lens, and I saw the world in my lap I'm not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bag Keep the sand in the bag, all my niggas in the bag I'm not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bag Keep the sand in the bag, all my niggas in the bag I'm not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bag Keep the sand in the bag, all my niggas in the bag I'm not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bag Keep the sand in the bag, all my niggas in the bag I'm not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bag Keep the sand in the bag, all my niggas in the bag I'm not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bag Keep the sand in the bag, all my niggas in the bag I'm not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bag Keep the sand in the bag, all my niggas in the bag I'm not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bag Keep the sand in the-

If love endured that ancient cross How precious is my Savior's blood The beauty of heaven wrapped in my shame The image of love upon death's frame If having my heart was worth the pain What joy could You see beyond the grave If love found my soul worth dying for How wonderful, how glorious My Savior's scars victorious My chains are gone, my debt is paid From death to life and grace to grace If heaven now owns that vacant tomb How great is the hope that lives in You? The passion that tore through hell like a rose The promise that rolled back death and its stone If freedom is worth the life You raised (oh) Where is my sin, where is my shame? (Oh, Jesus) If love paid it all to have my heart How wonderful, how glorious My Savior's scars victorious My chains are gone, my debt is paid From death to life and grace to grace When I see that cross, I see freedom When I see that grave, I'll see Jesus And from death to life, I will sing Your praise In the wonder (come on, you sing) of Your grace When I see that cross, I see freedom When I see that grave, I'll see Jesus And from death to life, I will sing Your praise In the wonder of Your grace When I see that cross, I see freedom When I see that grave, I'll see Jesus And from death to life, I will sing Your praise In the wonder of Your grace (oh, when I see that cross) When I see that cross, I see freedom (come on) When I see that grave, I'll see Jesus And from death to life, I will sing Your praise In the wonder of Your grace How my soul will sing Your praise In the wonder of Your grace How my soul will sing Your praise How wonderful, how glorious My Savior's scars victorious My chains are gone, my debt is paid From death to life and grace to grace (when I see that cross) When I see that cross, I see freedom When I see that grave, I'll see Jesus And from death to life, I will sing Your praise In the wonder (come on) of Your grace When I see that cross, I see freedom When I see that grave, I'll see Jesus And from death to life, I will sing Your praise In the wonder of Your grace How my soul will sing Your praise In the wonder of Your grace How my soul will sing Your praise How wonderful, how glorious My Savior's scars victorious My chains are gone, my debt is paid From death to life and grace to grace

Who left this light blue lover Lying in the cave of my chest? Who left me cold and silent Even though it might have been best? No way, no one, no where could ever confess To have known such pleasure in such plural excess I hope that one day, I might catch my breath But I gotta let her go, I guess My shadow aches and itches It's a sentiment my silence permits I walk through foggy feelings Punctuated pain when it hits No way, no one, no where could ever express The way her body met the hem of her dress I hope that someday I might churn with her flesh But I gotta let her go, I guess There's no light There 's just night But I hope to rest But I gotta let her go, I guess I gotta let her go, I guess Light Blue Lover in my chest Gotta let her go, I guess Light Blue Lover in my chest Gotta let her go, I guess Light Blue Lover in my chest I gotta let her go, I guess Light Blue Lover in my chest Gotta let her go, I guess Light Blue Lover in my chest

Do I attract you? Do I repulse you with my queasy smile? Am I too dirty? Am I too flirty? Do I like what you like? I could be wholesome, I could be loathsome Guess I'm a little bit shy Why don't you like me? Don't you like me Without making me try? I tried to be like Grace Kelly But all her looks were too sad So I tried a little Freddie I've gone identity mad (Mad, mad, mad!) I could be brown, I could be blue I could be violet sky I could be hurtful, could be purple I could be anything you like Gotta be green, gotta be mean Gotta be everything more Why don't you like me? Don't you like me? Walk out the door! How can I help, how can I help How can I help what you think? Hello my baby, hello my baby Putting my life on the brink Why don't you like me? Why don't you like me? Why don't you like yourself? Should I bend over? Should I look older To be put on your shelf? I tried to be like Grace Kelly But all her looks were too sad, yeah So I tried a little Freddie I've gone identity mad! (Mad, mad, mad!) I could be brown, I could be blue I could be violet sky Could be hurtful, could be purple I could be anything you like Gotta be green, gotta be mean Gotta be everything more Why don't you like me? Don't you like me? Walk out the door! Alright Grace Kelly Here we go I could be brown, I could be blue I could be violet sky I could be hurtful, I could be purple I could be anything you like Gotta be green, gotta be mean Gotta be everything more Why don't you like me? Don't you like me? (Why?) I could be brown, I could be blue I could be violet sky Could be hurtful, could be purple I could be anything you like Gotta be green, gotta be mean Gotta be everything more Why don't you like me? Don't you like me? Walk out the door! (Oh, yeah) (Why don't you walk out that door) Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (Grace, Grace, Grace) walk out the door! (Grace, Grace Kelly)

Another head hangs lowly Child is slowly taken And the violence causes silence Who are we mistaken? But you see, it's not me It's not my family In your head, in your head, they are fighting With their tanks, and their bombs And their bombs, and their drones In your head, in your head, they are crying What's in your head, in your head? Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie What's in your head, in your head? Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie, oh Another mother's breakin' Heart is takin' over When the violence causes silence We must be mistaken It's the same old theme In two thousand eighteen In your head, in your head, they're still fightin' With their tanks, and their bombs And their guns, and their drones In your head, in your head, they are dyin' What's in...