GOOD TIMES ft. Rowi Lyrics

I just ran a mile bitch, I'm hardly sweating

Try to run up on me, I leave you breathless

Suck my dick, find where my head is

King to you pawns, motherfucker check it

Put you on a cross, put you on a necklace

I could show you hell, Rowi show them heaven

Green in your eyes, I can tell you're jealous

Got the hustler in me, I find a way to sell it

Grab your guns and your bullets, try to light me up

Hit the safety, cock and pull it, this is not fight club

You could say what you like but you are not my mom

You can pray on my demise but you are not my god

The good times are killing me

This liquor goes to my liver

This blunt goes to my lungs, so what

If the good times are killing me rather kill myself than die of boredom

Rather kill myself than die of boredom

Rather kill myself, slowly

Expectations low, meditated soul

Suicidal energy I was keeping close

Keep me on the rope

Keep me on my toes

I'm dancing with a devil and only God knows

Only God knows

I'm dancing with a devil and only God knows

Only God knows

I'm dancing with a devil and only God knows

I think you should let me run home

I need to run and get lost

The leash you lead me on

Won't keep me here for long

You're leaving, you got a little piece huh?

You're leaving, you got a little piece

Yeah, a piece, yeah

You got a piece of me

Uh, a piece yeah

You got a piece of me

Piece of me, don't break me down

Peace won't come from artillery rounds

Peace won't come if you're killing me now

Be shooting me down like I'm up in the clouds

Fall to the earth until I drill in the ground

Pieces of me I couldn't keep bound

Pieces of me you couldn't find out

Laying in the heat I'm a dog, I'm a hound

Barking up the wrong tree, hope I make a sound

If the good times are killing me rather kill myself than die of boredom

Rather kill myself than die of boredom

Rather kill myself, slowly