He likes zombies, and the apocalypse He's got some black magic up in those fingertips Got a gold tooth and a *** car Oh, he's running his mouth, yeah, he's got a few scars But I love the way that he puts my seat back Looks at me, pulls the joint on his backpack Hey, hey, ride or die every night, every day My baby's got a *** up head Doesn't matter, cause you're so damn good at bed Yeah, he's still my baby Yeah, he's *** 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 *** crazy, but he's still my baby No stupid *** when he drinks too much But he looks good in leather, so I don't give a *** In his Gucci shoes, chewing juicy fruit And I got that sugar, sugar for his sweet tooth And I love the way that we walk the train tracks Barking the windows up on the way back Hey, hey, ride or die every night, every day Every day, every day, every day Every day, every day, day, day, day Yeah, he's *** crazy, but he's still my baby My baby's got a *** up head Doesn't matter, cause you're so damn good at bed Yeah, he's still my baby Yeah, he's *** 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 *** crazy, but he's still my baby