[Verse 1] Walk in the tavern like I own the whole map Lute on my back, got charisma for days in my lap Roll up on the ranger, wink at the warlock too If it breathes, if it blushes I’m probably saying “how you do?” Table full of goblins, they all talk that talk So I roast ‘em, toast ‘em, watch their confidence walk “I’ve seen scarier teeth on a baby in a crib” They clutchin’ they hearts I’m collectin’ the gig [Chorus] I’m bad news with a love song Make you swoon, then I prove you wrong Every line hit your heart like a crit, oh please Vicious mockery, bring ‘em to their knees I’m a heartbreak, spell-sling, silver-tongue tease Talk sweet, talk mean Do whatever I need [Verse 2] Slide to the paladin, armor all bright “Bet you pray about me when you sleep at night” Cleric in the corner droppin’ holy side-eye But they still laugh loud When I call out the guy “Nice sword, compensation for your lack of charm?” He fail that save, drop his drink, lose his calm DM lookin’ tired, whole squad look amazed I’m just rollin’ these dice And these feelings I raise (oh yeah) [Chorus] I’m bad news with a love song Make you swoon, then I prove you wrong Every line hit your heart like a crit, oh please Vicious mockery, bring ‘em to their knees I’m a heartbreak, spell-sling, silver-tongue tease Talk sweet, talk mean Do whatever I need [Bridge] Everybody in the inn on a string right now If you mad, if you blush, that’s a win right now From the queen on the throne to the slime in the sewer If it talks, if it walks I’m just tryna pursue ya (hey!) Fail your save, you can’t stand my shade Pass your check, you still wanna get laid Either way, when I start that verse You gon’ love me first Then I hit you with the curse [Chorus] I’m bad news with a love song Make you swoon, then I prove you wrong Every line hit your heart like a crit, oh please Vicious mockery, bring ‘em to their knees I’m a heartbreak, spell-sling, silver-tongue tease Talk sweet, talk mean Do whatever I need

rap, Greasy funk-rock groove with a swaggering bass riff, crunchy guitars on the off-beats, and tight live drums. Male vocals half-rap, half-sung with a cocky smirk; gang shouts on the hook. Verses stay sparse around the vocal, choruses explode with stacked harmonies, horn stabs, and a filthy synth doubling the bass. Bridge drops to bass and claps, then slams back in for the final chorus., funky, rock

Bardic Bad News