People Often Tell Me I'm Good at What I Do Lyrics
| Song | People Often Tell Me I'm Good at What I Do |
| Artist | Astronautalis |
| Album | You and Yer Good Ideas |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Astronautalis | |
| I like living, it's easy | |
| Moves like a gift in a weather that's breezy | |
| Blew by my lips | |
| Shakes like the uneasy when seduced by a kiss | |
| I wanna slide my hand underneath your pillow where it fits | |
| Walk to the ocean and wait for your orders | |
| Sit up all night, watch the blue lights flick on the water | |
| It's all right if you never show | |
| Just the idea that you might's enough to keep my head afloat | |
| I guess its all to common for people my height | |
| Walk around, head in the clouds, ducking under streetlights | |
| Hate the phone, the fax, the emails and the rest | |
| Handwritten messages always seem to say it best | |
| But once the pencil hits the paper and the pigs in the poke | |
| Addressed in Sunday's best with a stamp on the front | |
| Teady to drop inside the box and take flight with the storks | |
| I can't seem to placate dreams and commit to the cause | |
| I got a box of old letters, a brain filled with buzzards, | |
| Ready to swoop down and pick apart my pain from my druthers | |
| It's inane and it hovers, at the back of your thoughts | |
| Like poppin' pills dry inside the throat that get caught | |
| I guess I was just scared it'd come out wrong, | |
| So instead of sending those letters I wrote you this terrible song. | |
| I guess, I'm still really scared, | |
| And that's the way it goes with being unprepared. | |
| I wanna write good songs that we all sing along to | |
| When the lights go up and the night's all through | |
| I wanna write good songs that we all sing along to | |
| When the lights go up and the night's all through | |
| I wanna write good songs that we all sing along to | |
| When the lights go up and the night's all through | |
| I wanna write good songs that | |
| I wanna write good songs that | |
| I wanna write good songs that | |
| I wanna write good songs | |
| I know I should have called you I know its six to seven digits | |
| Misdirected by reflections and flickering televisions | |
| Sometimes I like to steal odds and ends from peoples houses | |
| New q-tips night-standing, digging pennies out of couches | |
| I got a set of sticky fingers and a back built for hammocks | |
| But this ain't no doctor's note and I ain't no blank canvas | |
| It's just the way the pen is, I'm good at what I do | |
| From failing to falling in and out of touch with you | |
| I wanna shake hands with the world and make mix tapes for America | |
| And find the time to tell you the things I normally find embarrassing | |
| You've always been fantastic, I've been foolish and sub-par | |
| I hope for your sake, you're hearing this song in a bar | |
| Hope for your sake, you're hearing this song in a bar | |
| Hope for your sake, you're hearing this song in a bar | |
| Hope for your sake, you're hearing this song in a bar | |
| Hope for your sake, you're hearing this song in a bar | |
| I wanna write good songs that we all sing along to | |
| When the lights go up and the night's all through | |
| I wanna write good songs that we all sing along to | |
| When the lights go up and the night's all through | |
| I wanna write good songs that we all sing along to | |
| When the lights go up and the night's all through | |
| I wanna write good songs | |
| I wanna write good songs | |
| (good songs) | |
| I wanna write good songs | |
| I wanna write good songs | |
| Good songs | |
| Good songs | |
| Good songs |
| zuo qu : Astronautalis | |
| I like living, it' s easy | |
| Moves like a gift in a weather that' s breezy | |
| Blew by my lips | |
| Shakes like the uneasy when seduced by a kiss | |
| I wanna slide my hand underneath your pillow where it fits | |
| Walk to the ocean and wait for your orders | |
| Sit up all night, watch the blue lights flick on the water | |
| It' s all right if you never show | |
| Just the idea that you might' s enough to keep my head afloat | |
| I guess its all to common for people my height | |
| Walk around, head in the clouds, ducking under streetlights | |
| Hate the phone, the fax, the emails and the rest | |
| Handwritten messages always seem to say it best | |
| But once the pencil hits the paper and the pigs in the poke | |
| Addressed in Sunday' s best with a stamp on the front | |
| Teady to drop inside the box and take flight with the storks | |
| I can' t seem to placate dreams and commit to the cause | |
| I got a box of old letters, a brain filled with buzzards, | |
| Ready to swoop down and pick apart my pain from my druthers | |
| It' s inane and it hovers, at the back of your thoughts | |
| Like poppin' pills dry inside the throat that get caught | |
| I guess I was just scared it' d come out wrong, | |
| So instead of sending those letters I wrote you this terrible song. | |
| I guess, I' m still really scared, | |
| And that' s the way it goes with being unprepared. | |
| I wanna write good songs that we all sing along to | |
| When the lights go up and the night' s all through | |
| I wanna write good songs that we all sing along to | |
| When the lights go up and the night' s all through | |
| I wanna write good songs that we all sing along to | |
| When the lights go up and the night' s all through | |
| I wanna write good songs that | |
| I wanna write good songs that | |
| I wanna write good songs that | |
| I wanna write good songs | |
| I know I should have called you I know its six to seven digits | |
| Misdirected by reflections and flickering televisions | |
| Sometimes I like to steal odds and ends from peoples houses | |
| New qtips nightstanding, digging pennies out of couches | |
| I got a set of sticky fingers and a back built for hammocks | |
| But this ain' t no doctor' s note and I ain' t no blank canvas | |
| It' s just the way the pen is, I' m good at what I do | |
| From failing to falling in and out of touch with you | |
| I wanna shake hands with the world and make mix tapes for America | |
| And find the time to tell you the things I normally find embarrassing | |
| You' ve always been fantastic, I' ve been foolish and subpar | |
| I hope for your sake, you' re hearing this song in a bar | |
| Hope for your sake, you' re hearing this song in a bar | |
| Hope for your sake, you' re hearing this song in a bar | |
| Hope for your sake, you' re hearing this song in a bar | |
| Hope for your sake, you' re hearing this song in a bar | |
| I wanna write good songs that we all sing along to | |
| When the lights go up and the night' s all through | |
| I wanna write good songs that we all sing along to | |
| When the lights go up and the night' s all through | |
| I wanna write good songs that we all sing along to | |
| When the lights go up and the night' s all through | |
| I wanna write good songs | |
| I wanna write good songs | |
| good songs | |
| I wanna write good songs | |
| I wanna write good songs | |
| Good songs | |
| Good songs | |
| Good songs |
| zuò qǔ : Astronautalis | |
| I like living, it' s easy | |
| Moves like a gift in a weather that' s breezy | |
| Blew by my lips | |
| Shakes like the uneasy when seduced by a kiss | |
| I wanna slide my hand underneath your pillow where it fits | |
| Walk to the ocean and wait for your orders | |
| Sit up all night, watch the blue lights flick on the water | |
| It' s all right if you never show | |
| Just the idea that you might' s enough to keep my head afloat | |
| I guess its all to common for people my height | |
| Walk around, head in the clouds, ducking under streetlights | |
| Hate the phone, the fax, the emails and the rest | |
| Handwritten messages always seem to say it best | |
| But once the pencil hits the paper and the pigs in the poke | |
| Addressed in Sunday' s best with a stamp on the front | |
| Teady to drop inside the box and take flight with the storks | |
| I can' t seem to placate dreams and commit to the cause | |
| I got a box of old letters, a brain filled with buzzards, | |
| Ready to swoop down and pick apart my pain from my druthers | |
| It' s inane and it hovers, at the back of your thoughts | |
| Like poppin' pills dry inside the throat that get caught | |
| I guess I was just scared it' d come out wrong, | |
| So instead of sending those letters I wrote you this terrible song. | |
| I guess, I' m still really scared, | |
| And that' s the way it goes with being unprepared. | |
| I wanna write good songs that we all sing along to | |
| When the lights go up and the night' s all through | |
| I wanna write good songs that we all sing along to | |
| When the lights go up and the night' s all through | |
| I wanna write good songs that we all sing along to | |
| When the lights go up and the night' s all through | |
| I wanna write good songs that | |
| I wanna write good songs that | |
| I wanna write good songs that | |
| I wanna write good songs | |
| I know I should have called you I know its six to seven digits | |
| Misdirected by reflections and flickering televisions | |
| Sometimes I like to steal odds and ends from peoples houses | |
| New qtips nightstanding, digging pennies out of couches | |
| I got a set of sticky fingers and a back built for hammocks | |
| But this ain' t no doctor' s note and I ain' t no blank canvas | |
| It' s just the way the pen is, I' m good at what I do | |
| From failing to falling in and out of touch with you | |
| I wanna shake hands with the world and make mix tapes for America | |
| And find the time to tell you the things I normally find embarrassing | |
| You' ve always been fantastic, I' ve been foolish and subpar | |
| I hope for your sake, you' re hearing this song in a bar | |
| Hope for your sake, you' re hearing this song in a bar | |
| Hope for your sake, you' re hearing this song in a bar | |
| Hope for your sake, you' re hearing this song in a bar | |
| Hope for your sake, you' re hearing this song in a bar | |
| I wanna write good songs that we all sing along to | |
| When the lights go up and the night' s all through | |
| I wanna write good songs that we all sing along to | |
| When the lights go up and the night' s all through | |
| I wanna write good songs that we all sing along to | |
| When the lights go up and the night' s all through | |
| I wanna write good songs | |
| I wanna write good songs | |
| good songs | |
| I wanna write good songs | |
| I wanna write good songs | |
| Good songs | |
| Good songs | |
| Good songs |
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