Standards. Lyrics

She said that she's a trooper for me

Never smoking but I'm blowing off steam

Never too lit, but you ain't seen the team

That man think he funny; bro a joker for free

Nightmares since a kid; it's kinda comforting, but

Nowadays, I close my eyes and sleep and dream and

You're the only one I see

We both know you're the one for me

Time to face reality

Demons in the bottle

They still ask why I don't drink

Lost too many; ironic how the count's at three

Probably why I need you, baby, at an arm's length

Push my buttons, babe; you think that this an arms race

Never get too close cause if you do, then you're in harm's way

I do my best to keep you safe

Too many homies in the grave for my age

One more gone, then I'll probably go insane

But 'til that day, I'm gon' hold you tight

Through the night

But I need something more than this

So, baby, act bad

Act bad

Baby, act bad

Bad, bad, bad

Baby, act bad

Act bad

Baby, act bad

Bad, bad, bad

Yeah, I peeped it, using me to get your groove on, baby

When you're through with me, you can move on

Yeah, I know your type, know your type

Still, I'm glad to be a placeholder

Stage a coup, takeover

Hand-in-hand, makeover

Never have wanted to feel too important

Just wanna throw my thoughts on a recording

Sometimes, I wanna buy things that's imported, whoa

Still, you want all of the diamonds and more

If you not gon' play your role, then there's the door

So, baby, act bad

Act bad

Baby, act bad

Bad, bad, bad

Baby, act bad

Act bad

Baby, act bad

Bad, bad, bad