Mala

Clean your room, don’t be a fool
Everything outside stays inside
Learn math in the hood
If you wanna fool the rich kids downtown

I think about your face
Sometimes it sticks with me
Please, don’t be bad
Don’t be bad, bad

I wanna be the light of the candle
By your bedside
When you read that crap
But it’s honest
(That I write while I’m blind drunk)

And now you care what they say?
Suddenly you think you’re someone new
But no
You’re the same old you, just a bit older

And every morning
I think about your face
And how you save me
Don’t be bad, bad

I wanna be the light of the candle
By your bedside
When you read that crap
But it’s honest
(That I write while I’m blind drunk)

That I write while I’m blind drunk
Your ass, a candy
I’m always honest
I always write blind drunk
(Bad)