Good Times (Sick Pimpin') Lyrics
| Song | Good Times (Sick Pimpin') |
| Artist | Atmosphere |
| Album | Seven's Travels |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Ant, Slug | |
| This next one goes out | |
| 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[CHORUS] | |
| 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 momentum inside the reaction | |
| And hide my pride inside of my laughter | |
| It goes[CHORUS] | |
| 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 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 false | |
| 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 | |
| If luck was a lady | |
| I doubt 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[CHORUS] |
| zuo ci : Ant, Slug | |
| This next one goes out | |
| 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 CHORUS | |
| 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 momentum inside the reaction | |
| And hide my pride inside of my laughter | |
| It goes CHORUS | |
| 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 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 false | |
| 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 | |
| If luck was a lady | |
| I doubt 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 CHORUS |
| zuò cí : Ant, Slug | |
| This next one goes out | |
| 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 CHORUS | |
| 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 momentum inside the reaction | |
| And hide my pride inside of my laughter | |
| It goes CHORUS | |
| 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 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 false | |
| 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 | |
| If luck was a lady | |
| I doubt 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 CHORUS |
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