Good Times (sick Pimpin') Lyrics & Chords By Atmosphere

This next one goes out to all the depressed women in the house
Whether you takin' the Prozac, the Zanax, or Paxil
Whatever the hell they put in 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 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
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, 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 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 inside 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