The Modern Death of Bad News

Lyrics
They say looks could kill ya And I say, ooh yeah Don't you look familiar? [Verse 1] And Mona Lisa don't cry for me no more I swear my face turned to stone My lips burned, tongue turned to coal Yeah, you stay locked on my throat And Mona Lisa don't smile for me no more I can't stay stuck in this pose I can't take drugs on my own I can't lie and sing along, you don't know the song [Chorus] Ooh yeah They say love can kill ya And I say, ooh yeah Do I look familiar? (Ahh) [Verse 2] You could play blind and I can act deaf Take it in stride, no, take not a breath You could waste time and I could waste less You could change live and still look a mess You can blow kisses right in my fiction All of my friends is into white Benzes All of my skin dеscend on white women Pop mе a pill and sing Bad Religion [Outro] Bad news comes around my black skin Bad news comes out the ghetto Bad news, it would appear I'm him Bad news, I'm your description, baby I left home without a penny to my name I traveled north, pawnin' off wedding rings I found my soul on new pavement, baby I ain't never been afraid of anything Bad news comes around my black skin Bad news comes out the ghetto Bad news, it would apear I'm him Bad news, I'm your description, baby
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Credits
- Writers
- Jean Dawson
- Producers
- James Kirk
- Lecx Stacy
- Dave Bayley
- Jean Dawson
- Hoskins
- Wyatt Bernard
- Assistant Mastering Engineer
- Adam Burt
- Katie Harvey
- Noah McCorkle