(j. arthur - “bad news” running time: 34m 42s)

CREDITS

“Tues”

(Hook)

Gettin to it
Run it up
Cardio
Vamanos
Lil bit
Not too much
Money bags
Count it up

Verse 1:

Gettin to it
Gettin to it
Yeah gettin to it
Taco Tuesday
Taco Tuesday
Yeah yeah it’s Taco Tuesday (yeah yeah)
Bitches choosey
Talk is sharp & shit never loosely
Play my part
Off--White
In my checkout cart
Goin’ extra hard
big slime w/ the ketchup bars
Pay my credit card
Then Swipe swipe
Thru the night life
check my credit score
could be a better score
Imma set it off
Ma im growin’ up
It’s ya baby boy doin’ grown up stuff
and we goin’ nuts
 I’m the captain
Takin’ them flights I never imagined
Feel like  Mike Jackson
At the Super Bowl
And I ain’t watch No Super Bowl since that Super Bowl
And that’s no cappin’
Get it no Kaepernick
my neck got whiplash from slidin’ on this ice
And that’s not an accident….get it.

(Hook)

Verse 2:

And maintain the road
Gotta re up and maintain the flow
Cuz too many rookies man say it ain’t so
Got me sayin’ “my lord” like the Game of Thrones.
And I be whippin’ that cersei
And it get a bit dirty
found a look alike name Shirley
met her I when visited Berkeley
Shawty half Black and Filipina
A sight for sore eyes have you seen her?
went and kicked it til the end of the weekend
Babygirl made me dive in the deep end but I don’t just got to talk ‘bout love
Obvious we connect like plug
Serious, left my Watch at home
Cuz I got time today cuzzzz
Talk is cheap
Let the bullshit fly
Talking heads
Man dem days go by
Shit Let her ripppp
U can’t speak my French
Or consult my drip

(Hook)

Written and produced by: Jesse “J. Arthur” Manaois for “Baby I’m Bad News Music” publishing

Recorded and Mixed by: Matt Audio Dope for Classick Studios Chicago, IL

Mastered by: M. Garcia for Pettiness Records

“Wed”

Verse 1:

Caught up in a landslide at my 9 to 5 tweakin’
Girl I got you on my mind, Can’t wait for the weekend fixin’ for some freakin’
Seekin’ every position (oh yeah yeah yeah)
  Bridge:

And I can’t say no to my baby
And if you go a astray my love
I’ll go crazy Girl I pinch myself every time you say it
When you call my name I can’t believe it
I Just can’t believe it

(Hook)

And you know, you know, you know (4x)

Yes I can’t believe it
Girl you really blow my mind Yes I can’ believe it

Girl you really blow my mind…

Verse 2:

Ya talkin’ awfully big baby Just hope that you can back it up

I know you can back it up

Drive the boat

Play your part

Very well, very well and it ain’t hard to tell

And nothin’ can compare, nothin’ can’t compare

(Bridge repeat)

(Hook repeat)

Written and produced by: Jesse “J. Arthur” Manaois for “Baby I’m Bad News Music” publishing

Bass: GregB of Brahmulus

Recorded and Mixed by: Matt Audio Dope for Classick Studios Chicago, IL

Mastered by: M. Garcia for Pettiness Records

“Thurs”

Verse 1:

Papa gotta brand new bag
Prada be the new side bag
I don’t even like to brag
I don’t even like that, like that
Y’all can’t even catch my swag
no shit I just do it so caj
Full clip and I’m on yo ass
Full clip and that ass be grass

(Hook)

zeema, zeema, zeem, zeem
Let it get in between
Dream a dream a dream dream dream
sometimes it ain’t what it seems
team TNB reign supreme
That’s facts  yeah Imma come clean
That’s fact just thought you should know
Shake shit up c’mon now Let’s go

Break

Verse 2:

Ridin’ in a rental
big stones all in my Seiko
been zonin’ in my temple
couldn’t tell you if it’s mental
Maneuver thru the traffic
Gettin’ good at my bad habits
pickin’ pennies Over apples
Feelin’ empty never jagged
Is this actual or magic
Is it factual or cap shit
Im just tryna scratch the surface
nobody wanna feel worthless
Goyard Air Pod case
98s w/ sum brand new laces
Strange things steppin’ outta place
Seek peace, give me all my space
space…
Now put it In Fast-forward my ting got a new accent
so why you think I renewed my passport
And if she ride dick like a legend, finna blow a bag at Lululemon
and that’s on me yeah

(Hook)

zeema zeema zeem zeem
Let it get in between
Dream a dream a dream dream dream
sometimes it ain’t what it seems
team TNB reign supreme
That’s facts  yeah Imma come clean
That’s fact just thought you should know
Shake shit up c’mon now Let’s go

(2nd Half - “Load it Up”)

Fuck my MO

Size be 10.5 in retro 

euro be another story 

never lack get never boring 

Miss me wit that hootenanny 

Pull up in the coupe that’s fancy 

Change it up them jeans are baggy 

Change it up it’s getting tacky 

Change it up Helga Pataki 

Stuntman stuntman like I’m Jackie 

Do my own stunts like I’m Jackie 

Big bad ting callin’ me zaddy 

All my road dogs became daddy’s 

Ain’t no future being timid 

Fact or fiction always vivid 

I just had some Shrimp exquisite 

That shit fye man I ain’t kiddin’ 

ain’t no invite to wingsgivin’ 

I don’t give a shit, u silly

Business ethics like I’m billy 

Matthew on the beat get litty 

Like my coffee French vanilla 

Like my music made by dilla

Like my zombies fela kuti

Sad to say I’m bad with movies (4x) 

Tell me what it’s hittin for’ 

U gotta be kiddin’ me (4x)

Load it up 

Written and produced by: Jesse “J. Arthur” Manaois for “Baby I’m Bad News Music” publishing

Co-produced by: Matt Audio Dope

Recorded and Mixed by: Matt Audio Dope for Classick Studios Chicago, IL

Mastered by: M. Garcia for Pettiness Records

“F”

Verse 1:

I'm feelin' fine 'cause I'm dyin' to be out tonight
I'm startin' out makin' sure I look right tonight
I text gang come thru gotta link up soon
always late can’t front ....I'll be there by 1
When we pull  up
All the tings at the club, Tryna scream on that
Ain’t no holdin’ back

(Hook)

We go deep and we don't get no sleep
'Cause we be up all night until the early light
We go deep and we don't get no sleep
'Cause we be up all night until the early light

Verse 2:

I'm feelin' high 'cause I'm outta control tonight
(Feelin' high, don't wanna stop)
She got me movin’ , DJ groovin and I feel way right
(Groovin' I don't wanna stop)
we grind to the bassline
And we don’t even mind, shawty lookin so fine
I'll make her mine in time, gotta take her home
When I get her all alone
I'll make her scream and moan
 She won't wanna stop

(Hook repeat)

Written and produced by: Jesse “J. Arthur” Manaois for “Baby I’m Bad News Music” publishing

Guitar: Cam Cunningham

Recorded and Mixed by: Matt Audio Dope for Classick Studios Chicago, IL

Mastered by: M. Garcia for Pettiness Records

“Sat”

Verse 1:

Don’t wanna hurt nobody
Don’t wanna be a fool for it all 
Pretending to be somebody
cuttin’ a rug but your 15 minutes up
Lookin’ for a quick solutions
All this shit inside my head
But it’s All in the name of music
Finna put that shit to bed
U never let me do my thing
I’m like puppet on your string
Oh yeah yeah yeah
But I ain’t waitin’ all in vain 
I might just fight thru all these chains ⛓ Oh yeah yeah….yeah yeahhhhh

(Hook 2x)

Don’t wanna hurt nobody

Don’t wanna be a fool for it all 

Pretending to be somebody

cuttin’ a rug but your 15 minutes up

Verse 2: (Cruz Ocho)

I’ve been feelin stressed out, overdue for a night out, I’ve been feelin kinda recluse, living in my own world, think I need to let loose, let me hit up ol’ girl/ if she doesn’t answer, ima call the next one/phone keys wallet breath mints and protection/ never quite know where the night might go/ don’t blow my high let me get in my zone/ way too often I get exhausted, my energy drained from the day to day/ muthafuck my boss and muthafuck that office, I done did time so let me get my pay/ so I can wild out for the night, have a drink or three, with a bad lil freak with me, I ain’t got no dance moves but I got a two step, came in clean with black jeans and a crew neck, I ain’t coming thru dressed up for a job interview I just came to catch a vibe, what it do/ I ain’t at the club tho I ain’t with that, rather hit the lounge up, maybe a kickback/ somewhere we can have a conversation without yelling in your ear, let me tell you all the things you wanna hear, ain’t no future in us we ain’t going no where, we’re just living in lust and I know you don’t care, the look in your eyes are as empty as mine, we’re just living in the moment we’re just filling up the time, where you wanna go your place or mine? where you wanna go your place or mine? the look in your eyes are as empty as mine, we’re just living in the moment we’re just filling up the time, where you wanna go your place or mine, threw her drink in my face now I’m covering in wine, fine. go ahead and be like that, why you always gotta be like that (why girl?!), it ain’t always gotta be like that, cause I know you gonna be right back (Come back!), yeah, go ahead and be like that, why you always gotta be like that, it ain’t always gotta be like that, I hope you gonna be right back, yeah

(Hook repeat)

 Written and produced by: Jesse “J. Arthur” Manaois for “Baby I’m Bad News Music” publishing

Recorded and Mixed by: Matt Audio Dope for Classick Studios Chicago, IL

Mastered by: M. Garcia for Pettiness Records

“Sun”

Tell me how you really feel?
current events got my head spinning like a wheel
with all this tit 4 a tat how can A man sit still
While 45 make me wanna get the strap and peel
Runnin’ the race
While these Jokas Be chattin’ that waste
God I pray Keep my family in a place that’s safe
I ran into the big homie last Saturday
He doin great, we took a couple shots to the face
We grown now , used to watch Boyz II Men all on the TV
My legacy, Been bending knee way before queen khaleesi
Lions, dragons and wolves
Everyday we push and pull
Truly devoted to motives with a heart that’s full

we gotta eat
Im never settled even at my peak I watch my back 
they always try to end my Winning streak U Wanna creep
Im sendin’ shots like I’m Pistol Pete
Stop playin’ cheap We get a lot of love in these streets Better believe I’ll take that leap Like Keanu in speed
Pardon my GREAZE
Usually wear my heart on my sleeve
Soak in the moment
Whether good or the bad or the broken/
U actin’ bogus
Not effectin’ my passion and focus
I get it open
Like
Steph off in the cut
Y’all be Pressing ya luck
Too much
I had enough
But
One of these days Yeah yeah
One of these days
Troubles aside
no more delays
pick up the pace young man pick up the pace
Bubblin’ hot my G
Set it a blaze
we born + raised
Came off the block finding ways on how to get paid
‘For the rest of my days
I heavily praise
That
Momma a gangster
Pops wasn’t present
Turned out alright
Thru all sorts of measures
Church on the move
I hope u can feel it
The father the son
 Holy Ghost heavenly Spirit
Healin! 

Written by:  Jesse “J. Arthur” Manaois for “Baby I’m Bad News Music” publishing

Produced by: Leonard  D.jbari Newton / Jesse “J. Arthur” Manaois

Recorded and Mixed by: Matt Audio Dope for Classick Studios Chicago, IL

Mastered by: M. Garcia for Pettiness Records