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

And 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