B.A.D. - Dead Ghosts

I’m wasted, drunk and high

Oh I’m feeling barely alive

I tasted more than I wanna try

Lord I just can’t take anymore

So if your hand starts to slip

Well boy you better get a grip

Well they call her Mrs. B.A.D

So don’t give her no lip

Well I laid there, feeling dead inside

She always know what to say

So I sat back, had another word

Now I’m feeling ok

But if my had starts to slip

Boy I better get grip

Everybody told me they heard her on the radio

Mrs. BAD did you sing that song for me?

Now I just sit at home with the stereo all day

Mrs. BAD are you the one for me?