crie uma música em inglês chamada bad stile Here is an original, energetic pop-rock song titled "Bad Style". Bad Style (Verse 1) Leather jacket with a tear on the sleeve Walking through the city, got nowhere to be Mismatched sneakers and a crooked little smile Everybody tells me that I got bad style Trading polish for a bit of room to breathe Never cared about what they all believe (Chorus) I’ve got that bad style, and I wear it like a crown Walking to my own beat all over this town No designer labels, no high-fashion rules I ain't playing dress-up in a room full of fools Yeah, it’s bad style, but it’s all mine Looking like a mess and I'm feeling just fine! (Verse 2) Over-sized hoodie and faded blue jeans Never stepped a foot inside a glossy magazine They want perfection, clean lines on display I’d rather break the mold and throw the pieces away Got a static radio singing out loud Never interested in matching the crowd (Chorus) I’ve got that bad style, and I wear it like a crown Walking to my own beat all over this town No designer labels, no high-fashion rules I ain't playing dress-up in a room full of fools Yeah, it’s bad style, but it’s all mine Looking like a mess and I'm feeling just fine! (Bridge) They call it tragic, I call it real You can’t buy the way that I feel So keep your trends and your velvet rope I’m living bright on a neon hope Chaos in my closet, fire in my stride Nothing to polish, nothing to hide! (Chorus) I’ve got that bad style, and I wear it like a crown Walking to my own beat all over this town No designer labels, no high-fashion rules I ain't playing dress-up in a room full of fools Yeah, it’s bad style, but it’s all mine Looking like a mess and I'm feeling just fine! (Outro) Yeah, bad style... Let 'em stare, let 'em look away I'm doing it my way every single day Bad style, baby.
