Good Looking
(Glah)
(Deuce)
(I'm feelin too down)
(Can't cope, so)
(Roll a blee, then I)
Relations
They be stable
At the end
Always fatal
(Uh huh)
Love be filled with betrayal
Now you my hand-me-downs
To the next
But you
Showed me how to express
High speed loving
Got left in a wreck
(Huh)
Gave me time to reflect
It's all just memories
Like cassettes
In the past
We just history
Got left on a mystery
But
It got put out its misery
Seeing you move on hurting me
(Like what)
Hurt heart
Change how I move
To protect it drift off
Me and you too disconnected
(It's a dub)
For us ain't no repair
We too far gone
Shit ain't fair
Had my heart
Took it back
Tapped
Into feels in my bag
(Woah)
Cuz my feeling were bagged
Locked up
They were free went out bad
You a woulda, coulda, shoulda had
Pack that energy off get away
Used to pick you over me any day
Now that shit been a dub
Out my face
But anyway
Sometimes I be missing ya vibe
And I think bout that shit all the time
Ian even gon lie
I'm feeling too down
Can't cope
So
Roll a blee
Then I tote
It buss my figi
I'm wishing I hope
It sooth all the feels that I hold
But through all the pain
You help mold
Who I am, so
Only right that I'm saying
Good lookin
And farewell
(Deuce)
(I'm feelin too down)
(Can't cope, so)
(Roll a blee, then I)
Relations
They be stable
At the end
Always fatal
(Uh huh)
Love be filled with betrayal
Now you my hand-me-downs
To the next
But you
Showed me how to express
High speed loving
Got left in a wreck
(Huh)
Gave me time to reflect
It's all just memories
Like cassettes
In the past
We just history
Got left on a mystery
But
It got put out its misery
Seeing you move on hurting me
(Like what)
Hurt heart
Change how I move
To protect it drift off
Me and you too disconnected
(It's a dub)
For us ain't no repair
We too far gone
Shit ain't fair
Had my heart
Took it back
Tapped
Into feels in my bag
(Woah)
Cuz my feeling were bagged
Locked up
They were free went out bad
You a woulda, coulda, shoulda had
Pack that energy off get away
Used to pick you over me any day
Now that shit been a dub
Out my face
But anyway
Sometimes I be missing ya vibe
And I think bout that shit all the time
Ian even gon lie
I'm feeling too down
Can't cope
So
Roll a blee
Then I tote
It buss my figi
I'm wishing I hope
It sooth all the feels that I hold
But through all the pain
You help mold
Who I am, so
Only right that I'm saying
Good lookin
And farewell
Credits
Writer(s): Bam Deuce
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