Owen Bad Blood
Bad blood, you can't hide from where you come from its in your veins and in your heart
Bad blood blame your mother for every shadow you're afraid of the burning urge to flea well thats on me
A poor grandfather so painfully shy, he couldn't leave the house without a tall one A dumb grandmother suffered by his side, she'd rather live in hell than die alone
I hope those odd appendages eventually fall off as you grow
Bad blood, bad luck.
But apples and trees meant nothing to me Just fruit foliage But now I see me In everything you don't say
Bad blood hereditary mob you cant run away from trust me i've tried you're better off holding your freak flag high
Theres no time.
