Good Times (sick Pimpin') Lyrics - Seven's Travels - Atmosphere

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 

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 

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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 

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 

And I'll never forget the day you woke up 

To find A whole different world underneath your socks 

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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 

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 

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