LYRIC

I’m wasted, drunk and high
Oh I’m feeling barely alive
I tasted more than I wanna try
Lord I just can’t take anymore
So if your hand starts to slip
Well boy you better get a grip
Well they call her Mrs. B.A.D
So don’t give her no lip
Well I laid there, feeling dead inside
She always know what to say
So I sat back, had another word
Now I’m feeling ok
But if my had starts to slip
Boy I better get grip
Everybody told me they heard her on the radio
Mrs. BAD did you sing that song for me?
Now I just sit at home with the stereo all day
Mrs. BAD are you the one for me?

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