Good Times (Sick Pimpin') - 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 [Chorus:] Got A thing for the women that don't 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 don't 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 [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 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 don't 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:]
Artist: Atmosphere
Title: Good Times (Sick Pimpin')