YBN Cordae - Bad Idea (Ft Chance the Rapper) Música y Letra
[Intro: YBN Cordae] Ooh Ooh Yeah, uh (Bongo ByTheWay) [Verse 1: YBN Cordae] I know myself all too well to be a stranger of pain Despite it all, we remainin' the same, I'm just changin' the game Heart pure, never tainted with fame Straight ahead, I'ma stay in my lane Never switchin' courses, life's amazin', shit is gorgeous Lookin' at the bigger picture, portrait, and I smile wide Performed the song and the crowd cried How can I lie? I'm tearin' up as I'm startin' to stare in y'all eyes I know the shit you goin' through the last month You stressin' as you hittin' on that glass blunt A nigga prayin' to get lucky like Daft Punk You can't even stomach the pain, now that's a bad lunch Uh, ramen noodles on the regular Add some seasoning and some hot sauce for a better touch Peanut butter, jelly and syrup sandwich, etcetera And we just flyin' in the nebula [Chorus: YBN Cordae] And it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again See, it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again So don't you cry, little baby, little baby (Don't you cry, don't you cry, don't you cry) It'll be alright So don't you cry, little baby, little baby (Don't you cry, don't you cry, don't you cry) It's gon', it'll be alright [Verse 2: Chance the Rapper] I done been around the world four times, lookin' for parkin' Finally found a condo, that shit still feel like apartment Out South, my foul mouth started soundin' like Cartman Roundabout like cartwheels, hopped inside of a U-Haul Confused where all my art went, monsters in a quiet place Some of these decisions is like Sharpie on a dry-erase I know they thought I wouldn't, but I'm a fireplace I had my cake and ate it too, that shit is an acquired taste I promised I would buy a place, I got my favorite roommates They used to never see me, like when you zip up a new Bape Do that shit 'fore it's too late, don't ever drink the Kool-Aid Don't ever think it's sweet, that's that crème de la brûlée Who they? They Robert Goulet, they Nazi, cuckoo, goofy My wifey yellin', "Who they?" My daughter yellin', "Hooray" I see it clear like Blu-Ray, I park it in the sky I keep 'em on my block, 'round the corner of my eye Like a stye (Uh) [Verse 3: YBN Cordae] So don't you shed a tear 'Cause there'll be better years I live life by faith, nigga, instead of fear God cryin', thunderstorms is Heaven tears The feelin' of lost hope, shit is never here 'Cause we gon' make it happen by any means A young nigga, dawg, but I done witnessed many things Age 13, wearin' hand-me-down skinny jeans You know they a little extra faded around the knees With the grass stains in 'em I really wish a little extra cash came in 'em, 'cause a nigga really needed it Pain, I defeated it, and brought back Soul survivor, nigga, what you call that? [Chorus: YBN Cordae] And it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again See, it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again So don't you cry, little baby, little baby (Don't you cry, don't you cry, don't you cry) It'll be alright So don't you cry, little baby (Don't you cry, don't you cry, don't you cry) It's gon', it's gon' be alright And it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again See, it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again So don't you cry, little baby It'll be alright So don't you cry, little baby It'll be alright
YBN Cordae - Bad Idea (Ft Chance the Rapper) Música y Letra
