It's my bad

I take my time, before I decide
To call it good, step out on me
More than a diamond, and more then a friend
And I, I really wanna blame

But then it kills, cos her eyes are so evil
Oh I'm for real
And I won't deny
I may be rushing things but tell me how you feel

Cos no more lying I'm on fire
I need to know if this is love or am I trippin
Use that pliers cut that wire
You show me every little bit of feelin
That you have
And if I'm rushing
It's my bad
It's my bad

But thats alright, we smooth like in the beginning
I love it when the nerves kick in and suddenly start to pain
To the left and maybe to the right
You move like the blues on the weekend
But then it kills, cos your style is so evil
And yo for real
And I won't deny
I may be rushing days but tell me how you feel

Cos no more lying I'm on fire
I need to know if this is love or am I trippin
Use that pliers cut that wire
You show me every little bit of feelin
That you have
And if I'm rushing
It's my bad
It's my bad
It's my bad
It's my bad
It's my bad




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