作曲 : Alex Tobijanski/Andy Makin/Danny Swift/Sammy Clifford/Seb Barlow
I got a backlog of drama that won't let me breathe
I got a catalogue of answers that you just won't believe
I got a million other problems, thinking "Oh my God"
The grapevine packs a punch, has a real mean streak
I got an underlying demon that you don't wanna meet
So if you're trying to dig it up, I think I'd rather not
'Cause I don't care what your preference is
To all the dirty references or if you should have known
No, I don't care what your best friend says
She's a mess these days, so just leave that kid at home
Word on the street says I'm bad to the bone
I'm trying to paint a pretty picture in front of everyone but it ain't so fun
'Cause with one mad rush, yeah, they'll take my brush
And make god damn sure that the colours run
This gossip storm is spiraling
These crooked tongues are bleeding out, no doubt
I don't bite too hard
But I'll send you some kind regards
As you turn your back
And take your sorry ass back home
Cause I don't care what your preference is
To all the dirty references or if you should have known
No, I don't care what your best friend says
She's a mess these days, so just leave that kid at home
Word on the street says I'm bad to the bone
I never said I was as good as gold
My reputation's in a stranglehold
My record ain't the cleanest
And yours ain't either
There's nothing dodgy about me
It's all conspiracy
Cause I don't care what your preference is (No, I don't)
To all the dirty references or if you should have known (You should have, should've known)
No, I don't care what your best friend says (I really don't)
She's a mess these days, so just leave that kid at home
Word on the street says I'm bad to the bone
(I'm bad to the bone)