Lyrics Bad Taste – Leah Kate
He’s a drug dealer, a serial killer
Run my heart over with an 18-wheeler
And I’m still sittin’ shotgun
Ninety nine problems
And one motherf**ker that caused them
Maybe I’m just masochistic, I should probably go
You look so good with my lipstick on your neck, you know
I want you with the gold chain
Make me wanna do bad, bad things
Runnin’ back to you is my toxic trait
I guess I just got bad taste
Ooh, yeah, bad taste
Leave me feelin’ blue with a sad face
Runnin’ back to you is my toxic trait
I guess I just got bad taste
Yeah
He’s a hot drummer, f**kboy summer
Kinda guy you’d never introduce to your mother
Got a big ego, even bigger, you know
I come over and over, but then I’d go home emo
Maybe I’m just masochistic, I should probably go
You look so good with my lipstick on your neck, you know
I want you with the gold chain
Make me wanna do bad, bad things
Runnin’ back to you is my toxic trait
I guess I just got bad taste
Ooh, yeah, bad taste
Leave me feelin’ blue with a sad face
Runnin’ back to you is my toxic trait
I guess I just got bad taste
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
I guess I just got bad taste
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
I guess I just got bad taste…
➤ Written by Leah Kate, Kinetics, Larzz Principato, Lowell, Mike Wise
Album: Super Over
Produced by Mike Wise
Leah Kate | 2023
