Текст песни Good Times

To all the depressed women in the house

Whether you're taking the prozac the zanac or the paxil

Whatever the hell they put into that capsule

I want y'all 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

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Got A thing for the women that dont love themself

So either loosen up your hair or tighten up your belt

This time, this time is A good time

Good times

Got A thing for the women that dont love themself

So either loosen up your hair or tighten up your belt

And this town, this town, is A good town

A good time. A good time

You know while she's sitting by the window, she's waiting for her prince to come

And here I am on the opposite side of the room trying to pretend that I'm not that dumb

It goes older told and full of cold, but did I mention that it's well deserved

No let's make A mess, no let's make A baby, no let's make some hell on earth

Do you mind if I turn out the lights, if I'm going to be alone I'd rather do it in the dark

So I stare at half of A beer half wishing that the transmission would stay in par

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 ? inside the reaction

And hide my pride inside of my laughter

It goes

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And I'll never forget the day you woke upAtmosphere - Good Times - http://ru.motolyrics.com/atmosphere/good-times-lyrics.html

To find A whole different world underneath your socks

Forgot to check your pockets before you the checked the cost

Yes man, I saw the sign, no man I couldn't stop

Drop off, now look who got water on the lawn

Whatever it takes to calm your tongue

If this livingroom fills with anymore fuss

I'm going to cut my finger, I'm going to paint these walls

If anybody watched us

They probably called the cops, cause

Its obvious that neither one of us can adjust

Discussion becomes disgust

? the lady I thought she would save me from the bumrush

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 asked

If it dont wash up to the shore you wont discover it

Stand to get hotter then your head with that other shit

Swallow it to chase to follow the suffering

But I'm still smiling, still up to no great

Still trying to relocate

Somewhere I'm going to find some work that matters

Til then all you get is my smirk and my laughter

It goes

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Atmosphere Good Times (Sick Pimpin')