Bad News
Big Ghost Ltd M.A.V. & Rob Gates Lyrics

My heart so cold like Nevada
My emotional state is frigid and impenetrable like the chilly Nevada climate

Lil baby you can save the drama
Please spare me the unnecessary theatrics, my dear

I don't hate you Just don't want you in my conscious
I harbor no ill will towards you, but I would prefer not to think about you

Please dont hate me your just stuck In the nonsense
I implore you not to hold any animosity towards me, it's simply that you are unfortunately caught up in irrelevant matters

I got a target on me yeah Your new one just don't know me nah
I am the subject of scrutiny, but the person you have replaced me with is not familiar with who I really am

I know you keep tabs on me yeah Like to check up on me nah
I am aware that you monitor my activities and enjoy keeping an eye on me

Shawty bad news Body so nice Brings good vibes Cant talk to her nice
This woman is both irresistible and toxic; while she carries an aura of positivity, she cannot be treated kindly or spoken to pleasantly

Rolling up some kush It's a good time Had to go and put the pussy on dateline
We are smoking marijuana and having a good time, but I also had to record video of myself having sex with someone

You can take the benz Ima take the beamer She was looking good So I had to peep her
You can take the Mercedes while I take the BMW; I noticed an attractive woman and had to glance at her

We got lots of drugs Up and in the party I could win it all Like the Lombardi
We have numerous drugs at this gathering, and I possess the skills and confidence to triumph like a Super Bowl-winning coach Vince Lombardi

I like it steady Seen her fade away She like the henny She like the remy
I prefer a consistent, reliable lifestyle, whereas I have witnessed this woman deteriorate; she has a liking for Hennessy and Rémy Martin cognacs

Cant show her face No face no case You broke the vibe I cut the tape
She cannot reveal her identity to avoid getting in trouble, but that has ruined the mood, so I ended our interaction

Couldn't drop your name Pour the forty two uh Just to celebrate Couldn't get to you Couldnt save the day
I was unable to mention your name, so I raised a glass of 42 Below vodka in honor of myself; unfortunately, I was unable to come to your aid in time

Took it to the booth on a rainy day They told me if it's for me I don't have to chase
I recorded this song on a dreary day; others have reassured me that if something is meant to be mine, I don't need to pursue it relentlessly

Body so nice Brings good vibes Can't talk to her nice Body so nice Brings good vibes Can't talk to her nice Rolling up some kush it's a good time Had to go and put the dateline
This repetition emphasizes the same theme: a stunning yet negative woman, drugs being consumed, and having to record explicit content for public consumption.