"Bad Boy" lyrics

Oh I could be a bad boy
Oh my lord walk my way to the mental ward
Maybe I'd be fine in hell
Or I could be tough guy to my core
Wake up drunk on the precinct floor
But I don't wanna ring that bell

Two bit motel, bottle of rum
Two chicks wanna come get some
If they bring that six string
I'm gonna strum

Cause I've been a million men
I've lived life alive and dead
And I'll tell ya this, better sung then said

I got property
I got property baby
Still I got nothing in the palm of my hand
That's my philosophy
It can't go south on ya quickly
If I keep living like the man that I am

Oh I could be a bad boy
Oh my lord walk my way to the mental ward
Maybe I'd be fine in hell
(Maybe I'd be fine in hell)
Or I could be tough guy to my core
Wake up drunk on the precinct floor
But I don't wanna ring that bell
(But I don't wanna ring that bell)

Red light road rage look what I've done
Two cops wanna come get some if they sic that k9 I'm gonna run
Cause I've dodged a hundred trains
Jesus god and an early grave
But I ain't got heart for the loaded gun

Cause I got some harmony
I got a few songs left in me
But I got something in the palm of my hand
I got an alibi
When I get tuned up and so high
It can be wash just to not give a damn

Oh I could be a bad boy
Oh my lord walk my way to the mental ward
Maybe I'd be fine in hell
(Maybe I'd be fine in hell)
Or I could be tough guy to my core
Wake up drunk on the precinct floor
But I don't wanna ring that bell
(I don't wanna ring that bell, baby)