[Hook:]
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Ain't no sense to bitch about it
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Cause you all know what's gone wrong.
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Late at night, when you're in your bed,
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The Bad Don't Seem So Wrong.
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[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
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Tryin' to justify the violence, reconcile in silence.
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Dress it up in fancy clothes. Wash it down with diamonds.
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Drown it out with music. Act like they don't apply to you,
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Look how wobbly the rules is. You probly could improve if/
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You was in charge, maybe runnin' thangs
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(If) You was involved things would be different.
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Maybe you could make a difference
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Or probly not and things would stay the same
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And you go to sleep at night
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Knowin things will never change
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Wake up in the mornin and you feelin kinda strange.
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Don't remember last night, so you back at it again.
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Turn back up your music. Put back on your chains.
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Fasten on your watch and slide on all your rings.
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Put back on your glasses that block out all the pain.
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Hit yo niggas on the phone, and tell em that it's on.
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Tell em that it's on.
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[Hook:]
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Ain't no sense to bitch about it
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Cause you all know what's gone wrong.
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Late at night, when you're in your bed,
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The Bad Don't Seem So Wrong.
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[Verse 2: Trae the Truth]
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Destined to be a winner. Tryin to pick up where the rest lose.
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Prayin to the Father, tryin' to figure out your next move.
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Pain across your face and still you wear it like your best shoes.
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But yet, you no accept it, cause it just might be your best news.
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Nothin taken for granted, still you searchin for an answer.
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Your fightin to be sane, your momma fightin with cancer.
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Father ain't around, so now you gotta be the man, now.
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Tomorrow ain't ever promised so you gotta take a stand now.
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Hard times seem to be the only thing you understand.
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Fuck seein a mil, you tryin to make it to a couple grand.
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Even with a couple grand, you gotta try to make it last.
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You ridin for the fam knowin the Devil tryin' to make ya crash.
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You gotta hold on, homie if you only knew.
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Never quit, knowin somebody doin' worse than you.
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[Hook:]
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Ain't no sense to bitch about it
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Cause you all know what's gone wrong.
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Late at night, when you're in your bed,
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The Bad Don't Seem So Wrong.
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[Verse 3: Trae The Truth]
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You on the only road to give up. Strugglin where you're heart at.
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Though death is where you end up, they tell me that's where we start at.
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Either way, you gon make em remember you
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Just pray you don't get stuck in homicide for that interview.
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You ended up in tears when all you wanted was a smile.
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(All the while) Lookin for hope you end up losin as a child.
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Realizin nothin helps to take the the pain away.
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Cause if it was somethin that numb away the feelinm
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You'd pray to God to situate a day.
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It's hard to keep it. Stand up. You're leanin on your last leg.
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The pressure tryin' to weigh in. You just ran out your last bread.
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Window of opportunity feelin like it just shut more.
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They tell you to be thankful. Your response for em is "what for? "
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It seem like everybody else in a better position.
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Only thing else left to do is open up your ears and listen.
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[Hook: x3]
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Ain't no sense to bitch about it
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Cause you all know what's gone wrong.
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Late at night, when you're in your bed,
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The Bad Don't Seem So Wrong.
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Bad Don't Seem So Wrong
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