I'm runnin' out of faith. Be careful who you tell.
The bad boy has a secret: he's questioning his way of life.
She's blackening my name. My army never came, it's water under the bridge. Be careful who you tell.
The bad boy has crossed paths with a woman who is set to destroy his reputation. His friends weren't there to back him, but he's forgiven them. He still thinks it's a secret.
Stop squeezing on my neck. Your unemployment check, it's water under the bridge. Be careful who you tell.
The bad boy feels constrained by being the bread winner in the relationship. The tone of this chorus implies that it's not something that he's forgiven. He's still keeping up the bad boy facade, though at this point it's becoming meaningless even to him.
Waiting on a blood line. You can find some free time. Look at who you're hating. Now you're celebrating.
Finding a family, the bad boy realizes that he can have it both ways in moderation. Instead of fighting who he is and the things he has done, he accepts who he is and profits.
'Cause you gotta look her in the eye, and you gotta love your way of life. 'Cause you gotta guilty, filthy soul. Don't ya know it's out of your control.
In the end it's about being responsible to yourself and to the woman you love. The wheel of karma rolls, despite your efforts.
I'm runnin' out of faith. Be careful who you tell.
The bad boy has a secret: he's questioning his way of life.
She's blackening my name. My army never came, it's water under the bridge. Be careful who you tell.
The bad boy has crossed paths with a woman who is set to destroy his reputation. His friends weren't there to back him, but he's forgiven them. He still thinks it's a secret.
Stop squeezing on my neck. Your unemployment check, it's water under the bridge. Be careful who you tell.
The bad boy feels constrained by being the bread winner in the relationship. The tone of this chorus implies that it's not something that he's forgiven. He's still keeping up the bad boy facade, though at this point it's becoming meaningless even to him.
Waiting on a blood line. You can find some free time. Look at who you're hating. Now you're celebrating.
Finding a family, the bad boy realizes that he can have it both ways in moderation. Instead of fighting who he is and the things he has done, he accepts who he is and profits.
'Cause you gotta look her in the eye, and you gotta love your way of life. 'Cause you gotta guilty, filthy soul. Don't ya know it's out of your control.
In the end it's about being responsible to yourself and to the woman you love. The wheel of karma rolls, despite your efforts.