Good Times Ahead

Uplift your spirit
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Boy, you rocking with the realest
Good times ahead
Man, I can feel it
I can feel it
I can feel it
Uplift your spirit
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Boy, you rocking with the realest
Good times ahead
Man, I can feel it
I can feel it
I can feel it

Man, I'm feeling superb
As I'm speaking my word
Cos on this earth I was brought up a neglected kid
So, I ain't never been heard
But I'll be doing alright
Moved on from ruins, surviving
Now all I'm doing with my time's suitable to lions
Chilling the fuck out so what now?
I'mma start me some
TROUBLE, grow up? Hardly, son
Get it on the DOUBLE
Bathing in the MUDHOLE
I love me some dirt, pardon me, son
Ay, trying to fuck with me, you can't, dude
Strong as bamboo hiding in a fat suit
"Hold up, what? Did he just diss himself?"
Relaxed too much, I just pissed myself
And plus, I just---
I must be losing my mind losing my mind
Only time can tell saved by the bell or fry in hell?
The precise details in time unveiled
Hadn't had a setback in quite a spell
Ought to invest into something so that I prevail
Move to Africa, build a private well
Shit, I might as well cos in these here parts
Ain't no fucking money to make
Even if you do, fucked over by the state
That's not fair yeah, so fuck the system
Matter of fact: fuck this shit, then fuck capitalism
If you're a rich man hope you drive your car into a ditch, man
Cos your whole existence ain't nothing but a glitch in
The motherfucking system plus, it'll

Uplift your spirit
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Boy, you rocking with the realest
Good times ahead
Man, I can feel it
I can feel it
I can feel it
Uplift your spirit
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Boy, you rocking with the realest
Good times ahead
Man, I can feel it
I can feel it
I can feel it

Yeah
Good times ahead like there's a slut lying in bed legs spread
Waiting to be fed next day gone, just like they say
Outta sight, outta mind fuck the pride if the price is right
Motherfucker's lying through their teeth
I'm an honest soul tired of this whole rigmarole
Starting my own carnival make my money honorable
Make the marbles roll till I'm standing on that marble floor
Marvelous growth in revenue every time I'm starting a show
The hardest call I'll have to make is deciding where I will go
When this shit is over presumably at 44
That's why I'm trying to ride it slow like a hoe
Paid by the hour, riding a bold derided, old fart
Homie, I just know you seeing just how hard I go
Only serves as proof of what I'm trying to show, yo

Boy, you're rocking with the realest
Good times ahead
Man, I can feel it
I can feel it
I can feel it
I can feel it
I can feel it
I can feel it



Credits
Writer(s): Simon Sendt
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