Bad Luck - Travis Thompson

I ain’t even superstitious

But sometimes I feel like they’re watching

Man I ain’t even fucking with it

If it ain’t bout no pussy, profit

Man I ain’t even tryna listen

Fuck a Pot I need your palm to piss in

I had uncles in and out prison

Playin public enemy at dinner

Like my nephew finna be a singer

Whole bloodline gonna shine one time

One of our stories end fine one time

Maybe if I pass out

Laying back down looking straight up

The stars would align one time?

Well fuck if they don’t-

Forget all the shit that I spoke

Yeah, just hit my line for a quote

I’m pawning your momma’s couch

Bitches look at me astonished now

You ain’t had the story written for you

Had to flip it — why we so uncommon now

I walk around

Like, like, like exactly how I want

They found cancer on my daddy’s lungs

I cried and smoked a blunt

Ain’t no fronts, making luck

Used to play me like chump

Now it’s 1st class out to Brooklyn

With some dussee in my cup

I got true say on my tongue

Getting comfy by my tab

I got faith but I still need some luck like really fucking bad

Look around it’s all bad luck

Hold it down till I’m back up

Stretch it, make it last bruh

Look at what I’m tasked with

And I don’t call no back up

I just need my fast bucks

Where they at huh?

Look around it’s all bad luck

Hold it down till I’m back up

Stretch it, make it last bruh

Look at what I’m tasked with

And I don’t call no back up

I just need my fast bucks

Where they at huh?

Look around it’s all bad luck

Hold it down till I’m back up

Stretch it, make it last bruh

Look at what I’m tasked with

And I don’t call no back up

I just need my fast bucks

Where they at huh?

Look around it’s all bad luck

Hold it down till I’m back up

Stretch it, make it last bruh

Look at what I’m tasked with

And I don’t call no back up

I just need my fast bucks

Where they at huh?