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We were on the train to New York When the landslide hit, the engine quit The train guy said, hey, the ride is canceled Tthe tracks are blocked, get off, that's it Bro, we gotta show in Queens, we gotta get there I'm like, yo, the bus is sold out That's not fair I'm like, we could get an Uber Well, how much is that It's $350 We don't got those stacks Shady guy in line says, get a group together We could share the Uber, share the payment, we could cruise together I'm like, yo, do we trust this guy I'm like, whoa, do we ride for three hours With this fucking weird-looking guy No, let's not It's getting hot Let's just do it I don't wanna Let's get to it No Yes No Curry Uh, fine We got the Uber, shared the Uber Uber driver came That took forever, and it was super late Driver met me out the car Said the drive was super far Said the Uber only gave him part of the money He said, I know it's kinda weird, but I'll make you a deal Cancel the Uber, and I'll just drive you all the way For real I take a look inside his trunk, see some trash bags and a gun I don't know, man Isn't the point of the app to like protect me You can pay me cash, so it's not a waste of my time And I can go home and smash Hold on, how do I know you're not a killer Uber turns into a thriller Slicin' me, dicin' me up for dinner Where'd you get that fingernail scar Kill my friend right in the car Hit him in the head with a crowbar Lock me up in the basement with a guy named Omar Cooper's saying it's chill Super chill Driver's saying it's chill Stranger's saying it's chill It's not chill But you wanna know what I think Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah That's a bad idea Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah That's a bad idea Monday night and I'm like, fuck it, we should go to Vegas Curry turns to me real nervous, asks me, can my wallet take it Don't sweat it, bro, I'm pretty sure you got enough to shake it Nah, I'm like, pretty broke Like what, you got a couple hundo No, like zero What you mean like zero Like I just paid your rent Like I got nothing, zilch and zero So how you gonna pay me back You think I am De Niro Like I said, I'm pretty broke I'll win it back at the casino Drove to Vegas, now we here in Vegas Took a shot of fireball to see where it can take us Walk in the casino like a baller with an ego Throw my chips down on the table Check, call, raise, and maybe he'll fold Now we're playing 21 and doubling down on nines and ones And rolling sevens, having fun You lost it all Oh, fuck, we're done Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah That's a bad idea Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah That's a bad idea Brother says he moving I said, where he said L.A So I figured that I could help him, give him a good place to stayyyy We could save the money, share the room, he said, OK The room we got, too small seems like a bunk bed is the way Popcorn in my mouth, the ceiling kind I'm sleeping way up in the sky When I walk, I'm leaning right Charge my phone, there is no circuit Bathroom only place I jerk it Not the guy girls wanna see Climbing down a mountain just to pee I wanna flee Cameo hitting me up Gersh already got that plug Fan girls filling my cup But I'm in the top bunk Wish I had a million dollars I could buy my own twin bed I could live in my own room Lock the door while I get head Club party Free drinks and hard Molly Not the drug Just a pimp And yes, her name was Molly Molly had a lot of money So much that she lent us some And when we lost it all, we had to go on the run I was drunk and drove the car Cause I thought it wasn't far Spent the night behind the bars One too many Mike's Hards AA meetings, mandatory Met this girl, her name was Tori Sat in there and heard her story She was pretty, not annoying Pretty sure she was the one Thought I'd man up, see what's up Ask her out for drinks or coffee We're in AA, let's do coffee Walked her out to her car She popped open the trunk Curry's stuck in the back I'm like, what do you want She said, get the fuck in Don't say a word And pulled out a gun I'm like, I don't have any money She said, that's what I heard So what do you want What do you think You went on the run Oh fuck, you know Molly It's time to pay up, son Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah That's a bad idea Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah That's a bad idea When you swipe right on your sister Not a porno Please don't kiss her When you hide instead of run Killer coming with a gun Littering in front of cops Ballin' with a bunch of jocks Coop and Curry have no hops When you put on dirty socks Text a girl on Instagram Broken English sounds like spam Gave her Venmo I'm like, damn Bank account, missing a grand When you play board games at work You mistake a him for her Get straight A's through all of school Extra credit cause it's cool Go to college Get a job Fall in love and get a dog Have three kids and say You love them Raise 'em right and Woah You didn't let me finish No, the song is about bad ideas, not good ideas Yeah, it was getting really bad Those were good Those were horrible No, bad That was good I had it all planned out It's all ruined now God That was good Nah nah nah nah nah That's a bad idea Nah nah nah nah nah That's a bad idea Nah nah nah nah nah That's a bad idea Nah nah nah nah nah That's a bad idea
Writer(s): Cooper Tomlinson, Curry Barker, Harry Jay, Rock Burwell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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