Bishop Briggs - Baby Lyrics

He likes zombies
And the apocalypse
He's got some black magic up in those fingertips
Got a gold tooth
And a shared car
He's running his mouth, yeah, he's got a few scars
And I love the way that he puts my seat back
Looks at me, pulls a joint out his backpack
Ayy, ayy

Ride or die every night every day
My baby's got a f*cked up head
Doesn't matter 'cause he's so damn good in bed
Yeah, he's still my baby
Yeah, he's f*ckin' crazy but he's still my baby
My baby's misunderstood
How could something so bad look so damn good
Yeah, he's still my baby
Yeah, he's f*ckin' crazy but he's still my baby

Doin' stupid shit
When he drinks too much
But he looks good in leather so I don't give a f*ck
And his Gucci shoes
Sharin' Juicy Fruit
And I got that sugar, sugar for his sweet tooth
And I like the way that we walk the train tracks
Foggin' low, windows up, on the way back
Ayy, Ayy

Ride or die every night, every day
My baby's got a f*cked up head
Doesn't matter 'cause he's so damn good in bed
Yeah, he's still my baby
Yeah, he's f*ckin' crazy but he's still my baby
My baby's misunderstood
How could something so bad look so damn good
Yeah he's still my baby
Yeah he's f*ckin' crazy but he's still my baby

Yeah, yeah, I like him like that
Yeah, yeah, I like him like that
Yeah, yeah, I like him like that
Yeah he's f*ckin' crazy but he's still my baby
Sometimes I run my fingers through his hair
Think of the crazy shit that's under there
Angel and devil and that jet black stare
Yeah, yeah, I like him like that

My baby's got a f*cked up head
Doesn't matter 'cause he's so damn good in bed
Yeah, he's still my baby
Yeah, he's f*ckin' crazy but he's still my baby
My baby's misunderstood
How could something so bad look so damn good
Yeah, he's still my baby
Yeah, he's f*ckin' crazy but he's still my baby

Yeah, yeah, I like him like that
Yeah, yeah, I like him like that
Yeah, yeah, I like him like that
Yeah he's f*ckin' crazy but he's still my baby