Good Times

When I run out of good times
Surprised myself I find I'm scraping you out
Can I get some of your lines so I can know what I'm talking about
Would love for you to hear yourself complain Always someone to blame
That's your game
Can I finally just get out and breathe in the sunshine
When I say s-u-n s-o-n I am the sun
Angry nation age of misinformation
Know my God know he don't need my money
Don't need that just to make the love come through
Can't see the past with a broken rear view imagine if
I'd done what you wanted me to
Say I'm lying when I say I love you
Nothing to my word but this point of view
And now you're back to reality couldn't stomach it
If you could only go back to sleep you'd stop the itch
Can I finally just get out and breathe in the sunshine
When I say s-u-n s-o-n I am the sun
Angry nation age of misinformation
Know my God know he don't need my money
Don't need that just to make the love come through



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Writer(s): Howard Til Midnight
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