Lyrics:
looking for a bad time
No luck, no luck, no
Uh
Good times only
Yeah
Good vibes only
Uh
It's all good mentally
Yeah
It's Goodman, like Sully
Uh
Good vibes
then like vestal Goodman
In my soul like inhuman
Zooming in on my contribution
This music
How can I keep it moving
Like a shoe in getting ready to boot
That was the scene tonight at the Wegmans in Johnson City
After dozens of protesters rallied over the death of Tyre Nicols
At the hands of Memphis
Fuck Wegmans in Johnson City I Mean
The whole damn store so damn Shitty
I mean
The whole franchise but them Specifically
Store 73 and the whole
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
wandered through my playing cards
And would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
dey inside the book (Common...)
But they judge the book by it appearance (Word up ye)
Oh.......ohhh, (Word up)
He go clear for their eyes Peter
wandered through my playing cards
And would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
YOU TURNED THE TABLES ON ME
Benny Goodman
I used to be the apple of your eye
I had yo with me every day,
But now whenever you are passing by
And the truth is plain to see.'
But I wandered through my playing cards
And would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
YOU TURNED THE TABLES ON ME
Benny Goodman
I used to be the apple of your eye
I had yo with me every day,
But now whenever you are passing by
the sickness just for fun
It's exotic, a test
Remember that time is what we want, heh
(We run this town)
We run this, run this, run this
(We run this city)
We
YOU TURNED THE TABLES ON ME
Benny Goodman
I used to be the apple of your eye
I had yo with me every day,
But now whenever you are passing by
and family
It's exactly what you're asking
It's a small downtown and see,
Most of us live on the outskirts outside the city limits
But a city's not defined by
narrows her eyes
Everyone looks at my mother she is one of
If not the most influential
Socialites in the city
He hands her two passes
A red one for her
playing cards
and would not let her be
one of sixteen vestal virgins
who were leaving for the coast
and although my eyes were open
they might have just
wandered through my playing cards
And would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
The abyss at kissed fingertips
Nightfall is blessed by majesty
This night will see indictment
For my needs extol
The virtues of excitement
This soul
the ship of fools
Looking for America, coming through your schools
(I'm looking out over that Golden Gate bridge)
(On another gorgeous sunny Saturday)
the ship of fools
Looking for America, coming through your schools
(I'm looking out over that Golden Gate bridge)
(On another gorgeous sunny Saturday)
In the midst of this abyss, unfolding time
Searching through stars, we're immersing into black
And the void of the deep vestal universe, through
playing cards
And would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might have just
money
We can get it, I admit it
Imma city boi, water whip it boi
Then I send it
And I still speak to da plug if ain't finished
Rarely up for verse two
So
You know
I 888
I'm biggest in my
City
Sorry for ya loss
I'm ready for whatever it costs
Costly
Pricey shit
Having dreams of getting signed
That's
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