him good figures And me doing the shows Getting everyone nervous 'Cuz them hipsters gone have to get along with them hood niggaz It's all good I
label heads to offer 'em good figures And me doin' the shows gettin' everyone nervous 'cause Them hipsters gon' have to get alone with them hood niggas It's all good
I started Playing guitar by the town memorial All my songs were singing editorials And when I'd done, the sermon on the mount I counted my change and
yeah, scream Hey now, I want all you brothers and sisters to stand up (ah shit!) I want everyone to stand up and be counted tonight (stand up, yeah)
It's so good to have you back To provide us all with that bass Especially after you finish cookin' that bass I always been a hungry nigga The type to
where did that hour go?!? Your mother thinks I'm cool And everything's fine Boy the things that she doesn't know While she's servin dinner I'll be servin' time Counting
names of all the baseball stars I remember how we memorized the names on railroad cars The Wabash and the TP, Lackawanna, the IC The Nichel-Plate and the good
good things are We talk about how good things are How good things are We talk about how good things are We talk about how good things are We talk about how good
chase that, I'ma I'ma chase that ugh, I remember chasing the green feeling blue only check I'm counting is the mic check (1, 2) all I wanted was the
them make it through all of the devious things that people do 'Cause every moment counts from the good times to the bad I don't have time to envy those that got things
benz and you can have the millions All I want is a worm and a fishing pole behind bars it' the little things you miss the most All the parties the clubs
an all-time low I'm laughing at this madman (Laughing at the madman) And all these things (Deciding on decisions) You did and said And all these things
we descend, at the times that we end Like where we descend Where you gonna go with a delicate soul That face could kill and tell me all the things That
I give in, because I don't want to miss a thing, the weight of the world holds me down once again, but it's fine because it's all I've ever known
good thing that Ill see so why should I, even try, to prove what I cant deny How many things could change, when you cant recognize your own face and all
Everything feels so right Two shadows moving in moonlight Maybe the stars wanna watch us tonight Cos I wanna show you things of beauty I wanna feel your pain All in good
fight the good fight as long as I'm here But sometimes the good fight don't seem fair Cause all the best soldiers we had ain't here They gone now, we all