bad bad news

ain't got no riches

ain't got no money that runs long

but i got a heart that's strong and a love that's tall

ain't got no name

ain't got no fancy education

but i can see right through

a powdered face on a painted fool

let me slip through

why you tryna hold me back?

i'm just tryna move up front

lil more of this

lil less of that

let me come through

i'm tired being in the back

i'm just tryna move up front

a lil more of this

a lil less of that

yeah

they tell me i was born to lose

but i made a good good thing out of bad bad news

i don't worry

don't worry

don't worry about people in my face

i hit 'em with the style and grace

and watch their ankles break

i know you wish

i know you wish i would fade away

but i got more to say

lord they pray

let me slip through

why you tryna hold me back?

i'm just tryna move up front

lil more of this

lil less of that

let me come through

i'm tired being in the back

i'm just trynna move up front

a lil more of this

a lil less of that

yeah

they tell me i was born to lose

but i made a good good thing out of bad bad news

alright alright

all day all night

alright alright

all day all night

alright alright

all day all night

alright alright

all day all night

they tell me i was born to lose

but i made a good good thing out of bad bad news