B. Dolan - Breaking 2Bad lyrics

“Too bad you f**ed up, dummies Too bad you f**ed up, dummies” Jesse Pinkman: Tell me why you're doing this. Seriously Walter White: Why do you do it? Jesse: Money. Mainly Walter: There you go Jesse: Nah, come on, man Jesse: What?! [Verse 1: B. Dolan] Now let me say a little prayer before we eat This is dedicated to the news that we delete Associated guilt, bye bye, s**er freeways Hard time rumbling, you wonder how we sleep I'll tell you: the answer is seldom and lightly Record by the head, ball pen right beside me You could choose one if you feel lucky Either way you're losing, it's too bad you f**ed up, dummy [Hook: Sage] Tough titties said the kitty (Epic Beard Men! No pity!) No! As an emcee it doesn't matter how important being modest is I hold this … arrogance over you Donovans I'm Quasimodo, pseudo-mono, semi-automatic I challenge a 40-ounce to my 4.0 You left crews battered, cut up, and bloody Too bad (Too bad you f**ed up, dummy!) Walter: I'm thinking maybe you and I could partner up Jesse: Sage, you and me? Walter: That's right Jesse: Sage… [Verse 2: Sage and B. Dolan] One for the one who couldn't slow his roll Two for the crews who broke up on the road Three for the plea you copped and got old But that was a long time ago [Sage] I'm not wasting time pushing my CDs to stores I'm too busy just convincing people not to buy yours I co*k block, I black ball, no pause, no stalls Brother B. Dolan got a story for y'all: [B. Dolan] Now once upon a time not too long ago A local opener or two played the fool in a show Dude, how you in the dressing room touching my sh**? I'm living out of that suitcase, you're leaning on it And every drink that you leave down next to my laptop I think about stomping your teeth into the blacktop Fifteen minutes over time (Oh hell no!) And came back stage looking for dap, holding demos I paid you a compliment, you asking about money too much (Too soon) Too puffed-up, sonny (Too gas) Too high (too funny) Too few paid dues Do you, little bunny Yo, it's just too bad you f**ed up, dummy Too bad you f**ed up, dummy (“Oh well”) Too bad you f**ed up, dummy Too bad you f**ed up, dummy Walter: Did you learn nothing from my chemistry cla**? Jesse: No. You f**ed me. Remember? Prick. And let me tell you something else: This ain't chemistry. Okay? This is art Walter: Oh ho ho. I saw your setup. It was ridiculous. You and I will not make garbage Jesse: Yeah, well, we'll see about that Too bad you f**ed up, dummy Too bad you f**ed up, dummy Too bad you f**ed up, dummy Walter: You know the business. (“Strange Famous!”) And I know the chemistry