Y'en as des Qui font Mal

[Intro] [slap bass, funk guitar scratches, tight drums] Yeah! One, two, three, four! [Verse 1] [tenor male vocals] I've been walking down this road for a long time Trying to find a way to make it all mine Inbox open, eyes wide wired Clickbait tabs, my brain's on fire Neon dripping off the bricks, midtown soul Late train screaming like a saxophone solo [saxophone stab] Scrolling through another name But when that loop hits just right, I'm not the same [Pre-Chorus] Every step I take is a step in the right direction I don't need no map, I don't need no protection Half-baked dreams in a plastic cup A rent-due heart still leveling up Under blue light, chasing a bid Acting like I know what I did Just the sound of the horn and the beat of the drum I'm a ghost in the booth 'til the night is done Fake it, make it, same old line Clock says six, I redraw the design Client wants a little more spark I sell my sunrise to fix their dark [Chorus] [brass section enters, full band] Swing it high, sing it low Bad days for bad girls dancing slow Let the music take you where you want to go Bodies rising, city's glow I feel the beat, feel the heat Bad days banging on the concrete street Dancing to the rhythm on the city street Freelance life, no retreat One, two, three, four! [Chorus 2] I play bad days for bad girls dancing 'til the morning Bodies advancing, freelance life I keep on bending Chasing newer endings Bad days for bad girls dancing, shake that doubt Keep overlanding, trouble sleeping, bills ascending Still I'm freelancing new endings [Bridge] [saxophone solo with growl and rapid runs] Last night's track in a messy file Neighbors hate my crooked style Shadow work in a silent flash Typing sure when I mean don't ask [Verse 2] I've been walking down this road for a long time CD in my headphones, bass on the line Got the rhythm in my feet and the fire in my head Dancing through the deadlines, living half-fed Who am I in this open tab? Just a name and a day-rate tab But when that loop hits just right [falsetto] I feel my soul ignite! [Outro] [brass stabs, driving drums] Jet lag, rain, late-night cold Planes bound, my heart's in airplane mode 5D off but the bruise stayed lit Stairs so steep, neighborhood clubs blip Thumbs on me but the mind keeps snapping Whole world quiet but the brain's still rapping Flow on top in the overhead bin Bars take flight when the wheels tuck in Wildfire heart, the burst of a load And cloud walking over my old zip code Seatbelt light with the bass on boom I'm touched down, flexing in the gate-side room Yeah! One, two, three, four! [final brass hit]