That Bad lyrics

Artist  : Rehab 
Song : That Bad



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A history of stillness, a blood-line of mental
illness 

I'd rather be a fraud and be happy than be known
as the realest 

till the same dark day for my mother and my
mother's mother 

and Brooks; I can't get out of bed but I can
write hooks 

wife's a maniac but she's the only one that's
still around 

three in the afternoon on the sunny day layin' on
the ground 

I want to feel the way I felt when I was layin'
with my dad 

but I don't know if I want it that bad 

I think about what I don't have 

five days a week sad, other two just mad 

six in the mornin' in the back of a cab 

and I don't know if I want it that bad 

It ain't non-stop to heaven there's a lay-over in
hell 

and I've been sittin' here for ten years talkin'
and sayin' on the cell 

you gotta be kiddin' me, I ain't signed up for
this 

and you wonder why Steaknife got scars on his
wrist's 

My heart got a black eye 

sometime I get scared that I might cry 

why do I pretend that I'm not shy 

sometime all I can do is just stay high 

I think about what I don't have 

five days a week sad, other two just mad 

six in the mornin' in the back of a cab 

and I don't know if I want it that bad 

what I've lost and what I've seen 

all in order to fulfill my dreams 

thought I had to be like my dad 

but I don't know if I want it that bad 

Water-fountains to the sidewalk, talk 

can’t to myself but I can't stop 

the up and down and up and down, smilin' to a
frown 

town to town, same scenery, same sound 

don’t my know skank when I wake so I sleep
late 

everywhere I go I’m still there I
can’t shake 

me and my mind L.I. Ice Teas and 

three or four lines and now I’m fine 

maybe not 

my head in my hands again 

you know where I’ve been 

my head in my hands again 

my head in my hands again 

you know where I’ve been 

my head in my hands again 

my head in my hands again 

do you know where I’ve been 

I think about what I don't have 

five days a week sad, other two just mad 

six in the mornin' in the back of a cab 

and I don't know if I want it that bad 

Sun comin’ up and I need some sleep 

Eyes are red and I’m feeling weak 

I can out do you and I can out do me 

But all that I really want is peace 

what I've lost and what I've seen 

all in order to fulfill my dreams 

thought I had to be like my dad 

but I don't know if I want it that bad 

but I don't know if I want it that bad 

my head in my hands again 

my head in my hands again