Bad For You

Your father gave me a price
I knew too much of life
He wanted me to go
So we left in the night
Toothbrush and a pair of jeans
Money for gasoline
'97 Monte Carlo
We were seventeen

Working nights at a diner
You would steal from their freezer
Car's too old to do uber
So I borrowed a stranger's
Bitchy like the red river
Fucking on the boss counter
Feels so good to be bad for you

Dropped out my 11th grade
My old boss would always say
Street smarts don't get promoted
So I lied on my resume
Black eye from drunken nights
Wall holes from all our fights
Mom says we shouldn't hold it
Fuck that advice

Working nights at a diner
You would steal from their freezer
Car's too old to do uber
So I borrowed a stranger's
Bitchy like the red river
Fucking on the boss counter
Feels so good to be bad for you

Don't run
Don't shoot
It was just a flesh wound
Don't know why you make me so crazy
It's just how I can be
When I'm filled with jealousy
So come on lets out run the police