Good Times Lyrics

Some people want to

Push your buttons want to

Write your records want to

Steal your scene

Don't matter 'cause it

Don't mean nothing to a

Prince so handsome with a

Smile so clean

We heard it all before

Every single tittle-tattle

You done told before

We checked it off the list,

Everything you couldn't do

With a flick of the wrist

We keeping all the

Good times to ourselves

Don't come

Empty handed

Don't leave

Your motherfucking boy

Stranded

Don't tell me

What your mans did

Don't give a good damn

To be candid

(You think he's)

Knocking on the door

You could be right

But I don't think so

(You think he's)

Knocking on the door

You could be right

But I don't think so

We keeping all the

Good times to ourselves

We keeping all the

Good times to ourselves