Badfeet [Remix Contest]
minimal Indie folk bouncy finger picking chicken picking complex intricate fingerstyle guitar solo acoustic, nostalgic longing, melodic, raspy vocal fry, dry mix, hd, no guitar strumming only picking and plucking
Badfeet [Remix Contest]
minimal Indie folk bouncy finger picking chicken picking complex intricate fingerstyle guitar solo acoustic, nostalgic longing, melodic, raspy vocal fry, dry mix, hd, no guitar strumming only picking and plucking
Lyrics
Intro
Left shoe squeak. Right sock bleak.
Who brought parmesan to the meet and greet
Nah wait that’s toes. That’s toes, my G.
Feet check. Street clear. Crowd screams: “Yeesh.”
Verse 1
You are a cracked-heel tragedy, velcro fantasy
Thrift-store socks with a felony
Yellowed nails like a DVD
From 2003
In a bargain bin, see
You hit the club with a corn pad flex
Flip-flop slap with the mid-arch wreck
Fungus doing parkour on the deck
I can count three breeds
On your big toe crease
Pre-Chorus 1
And you
Are the worst I’ve met
At a pedicure set
Cuz you
Are just
A walking biohazard on the internet
Chorus
Bad feet
Make chairs retreat
Bartender sprayed the air like “leave”
Bad feet
Had me speed delete
I called the Uber, driver screamed
Bad feet
Got bleach on me
I’m double-knotted, you’re double-yeast
Gave me the ick
I hit the streets
You’re not elite
You’re just bad feet
Verse 2
You brag online that you’re groomed and clean
But your shower drain filed a missing scene
Gym-floor scent with a gasoline sheen
And a sock tan line
Like a chalk outline
No drip, no sauce, just medic cream
Menthol rub and a Dollar Tree dream
Toenail clip ricochet like a beam
It pinged off glass
And cracked my flask
Pre-Chorus 2
And you
Are the worst one yet
I can smell your steps
Now you
Are banned from
Every sandal aisle on the internet
Chorus
Bad feet
Make chairs retreat
Bartender sprayed the air like “leave”
Bad feet
Had me speed delete
I called the Uber, driver screamed
Bad feet
Got bleach on me
I’m double-knotted, you’re double-yeast
Gave me the ick
I hit the streets
You’re not elite
You’re just bad feet
Instrumental
Guitar chug. Cowbell. Crowd chant: BAD FEET. BAD FEET. Clap-clap.
Bridge
Stank so loud it needs ID
Bouncer said “Shoes on. Please.”
Toenail look like shredded cheese
Put the flip-flops down, I beg you please
Heel-skin snow on hardwood keys
Janitor quit, said “Not my lease”
You post a pic. We zoom. We freeze.
Comment: “Bro that foot got knees.”
Chorus
Bad feet
Make chairs retreat
Bartender sprayed the air like “leave”
Bad feet
Had me speed delete
I called the Uber, driver screamed
Bad feet
Got bleach on me
I’m double-knotted, you’re double-yeast
Gave me the ick
I hit the streets
You’re not elite
You’re just bad feet
Post-Chorus Chant
Left foot hot. Right foot not.
Both feet talk like a busted pot.
Clip, file, soak, repeat.
Still that beatdown: bad bad feet.
Outro
New socks on. World feels sweet.
Keep your shoes on. Keep that seat.
Not my lane. Not my beat.
You’re not the backseat
You’re just bad feet