Chris Sigl - No Bad Days Lyrics

(Oh man, that's crazy)
No bad days, no bad days
No bad days, no bad days
No bad days, no bad days
Trust me baby, we don't really have no bad (bad, bad, bad, bad)
Back that ass up
Girl you put that shit in motion
Wavy like a ocean
Got me going "oh shit", oh shit
All up in my brain like emotions
All up on my skin like
Looking at my ice, goddamn that's on my wrist, that
Little dude just told me "ay Chris I want my bitch back"
F*ck you, and don't tell me no "this, that"
L1, L2 I'm higher than a mother f*cking jetpack
Chris Pratt, take that f*cking mask off,
And do it 'fore I put you in a black coffin
Drinking black coffee
Haters always f*cking salty
When I hit em with that real shit, real talk
"Why the f*ck you always sad" type shit
Always feeling like a misfit
Like "why the f*ck am I here?"
Got a bunch of pretty bitches
Why the f*ck are they in my hair?
Like I know I got blue eyes
Don't you have another guy?
Oh my (oh my)
'Cause I never have no bad days
No bad days, no bad days
No bad days, no bad days, (no bad days)
No bad days, no bad days
Trust me baby, we don't really have no bad days
No bad days, no bad days
No bad days, no bad days
No bad days, no bad days
Trust me baby, we don't really have no bad, (bad, bad, bad, bad)