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