Baby

He likes zombies And the apocalypse He's got some black magic up in those fingertips Got a gold tooth And a shared car He's running his mouth, yeah, he's got a few scars And I love the way that he puts my seat back Looks at me, pulls a joint out his backpack Ayy, ayy Ride or die every night every day My baby's got a fucked up head Doesn't matter 'cause he's so damn good in bed Yeah, he's still my baby Yeah, he's fuckin' crazy but he's still my baby My baby's misunderstood How could something so bad look so damn good Yeah, he's still my baby Yeah, he's fuckin' crazy but he's still my baby Doin' stupid shit When he drinks too much But he looks good in leather so I don't give a fuck And his Gucci shoes Sharin' Juicy Fruit And I got that sugar, sugar for his sweet tooth And I like the way that we walk the train tracks Foggin' low, windows up, on the way back Ayy, Ayy Ride or die every night, every day My baby's got a fucked up head Doesn't matter 'cause he's so damn good in bed Yeah, he's still my baby Yeah, he's fuckin' crazy but he's still my baby My baby's misunderstood How could something so bad look so damn good Yeah he's still my baby Yeah he's fuckin' crazy but he's still my baby Yeah, yeah, I like him like that Yeah, yeah, I like him like that Yeah, yeah, I like him like that Yeah he's fuckin' crazy but he's still my baby Sometimes I run my fingers through his hair Think of the crazy shit that's under there Angel and devil and that jet black stare Yeah, yeah, I like him like that My baby's got a fucked up head Doesn't matter 'cause he's so damn good in bed Yeah, he's still my baby Yeah, he's fuckin' crazy but he's still my baby My baby's misunderstood How could something so bad look so damn good Yeah, he's still my baby Yeah, he's fuckin' crazy but he's still my baby Yeah, yeah, I like him like that Yeah, yeah, I like him like that Yeah, yeah, I like him like that Yeah he's fuckin' crazy but he's still my baby