Bad things Feed My Pleasure

 Cigarettes, weeds, and a pipa is all I need

Or maybe some cocaine and stones in a full lead

C’mon, c’mon I’m feeling it baby and I’m healed

Don’t worry the gun will be our shield

 

Scream now baby, do it or die with her

I see you with them and you are weaker

C’mon, c’mon I’m over killed and I’m the maker

One shot is all I need and you’ll be the leader

 

Bad things feed my pleasure and so are you

So don’t deny anything and flew

We’ll be together forever in this horrible view

Oh baby pushes the trigger the time is running few.

 

There they are with tears and blood

Have you felt the guilt? Or you’re glad?

Oh don’t worry there will be a flood

To cover all our crimes, oh baby we’re really mad