Good Lyrics

The city is sticky, dark, and hot

After a few beers, ten stops, tequila shots, and flower

I buy from the queers but then I don't smoke a lot

Until you keep me waiting

And I put you on the spot

And then you act shy

But your hand's caught on my waistband

And your hands work so well

Touching like they understand

When I'm not cursing your name

I'm kissing you back, giving into your games

With men, I don't judge and don't change

But I'm breaking my rules, giving into your games

Now you're with me on the way down from this phone temptation

My hands on your chest—you're breathing slow; I'm your staycation

You don't give a damn about the things that you don't see but

When you see me it feels good

You feel good

The city that never sleeps' been keeping me up

Because I don't have AC and my feelings outpace me every night

Golden pavers die with the day, when you piss me off again

But I can't stay

I'm leaving anyway

I call out your shit but then

You have good hands and they work again

Now you're with me on the way down from this phone temptation

My hands on your chest—you're breathing slow; I'm your staycation

You don't give a damn about the things that you don't see but

When you see me it feels good

You feel good

My weed on your lips

Tastes so good when we kiss

My liquor, your tongue

Your bad faith in my lungs

You have me stoned at day

On the janky J

Around sober strangers

You don't have much to say

So, I'm on my way

High on some highline

Hiding from sunshine

Hiding from lights

Back on my phone

Looking for thrills