Atmosphere "Good Times (Sick Pimpin')" |
This next one goes out to all the depressed women in the house Whether you takin' the Prozac, the Zanex, or Paxil Whatever the hell they put in that capsule I want ya'll to come up to the front of the stage Grab me a shot of something' along the way Put a smile on the front of your head Got a thang for the women that don't love themselves So either loosin' up your hair or tighten up your belt And this time, this time is a good time for Good times Got a thang for the women that don't love themselves So either loosin' up your hair or tighten up your belt And this time, this time is a good time Good time, a good time You know why she's sittin' by the window She's waitin' for her prince to come And here I am on the opposite side of the room Tryin' to pretend that I'm not that dumb It goes older, bold and full of cold But did I mention that it's well deserved No, lets make a mess No, lets make a baby No, lets make some hell on earth Do you mind if I turn out the lights If I'm gonna be alone I'd rather do it in the dark So I stare at half of a beer half wishin' that the transmision would stay in park She keeps the music down so her neighbors don't complain Keeps the drama up so she doesn't forget the pain I keep my momentum inside the reaction And hide my pride in side of my laugh It goes Got a thang for the women that don't love themselves So either loosen up your hair or tighten up your belt And this time, this time is a good time for Good times Got a thang for the women that don't love themselves So either loosen up your hair or tighten up your belt And this time, this time is a good time for And I'll never forget the day you woke up To find a whole different world underneath your socks Forgot to check your pockets before you checked the cost Yes ma'am I saw the sign, no ma'am I couldn't stop Drop off Now look who got water on the lung Whatever it takes to calm your tongue If this living room fills with any more false I'm gonna cut my finger, I'm gonna paint these walls If anybody watched us they probably call the cops Cause it's obvious that neither one of us can adjust Discussion becomes disgust If luck was a lady I thought she would save me from the bum rush Enough is enough but how much is too much Why am I still just a sheep to your touch Why can't I ever fall asleep at dusk Why do I need to see everything crushed It's a big map girl It's yours if you ask If it don't wash up to the shore you won't discover it Instead you can hide it in your head with that other shit And swallow it to chase and follow the sufferin' But I'm still smiling Still up to no great Still tryin' to relocate Somewhere I'm a find some work that matters Till then all you get is my smirk and my laughter (Hahaha) It goes Got a thang for the women that don't love themselves So either loosen up your hair or tighten up your belt And this time, this time is a good time Got a thang for the women that don't love themselves So either loosen up your hair or tighten up your belt And this time, this time is a good time Good time Got a thang for the women that don't love themselves So either loosen up your hair or tighten up your belt Got a thang for the women that don't love themselves So either loosen up your hair or tighten up your belt And this time is a good time for good times, c'mon Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |