The Good Life

There's an empty vase where roses would go
If flowers were the kind thing he thought of on his way home
But his honey's sweet and I'm a honeybee
And our love will still be buzzin' when the seasons change and the flowers have gone

He's got me high (so high)
All the clouds are jealous
He's Christmas in July
He's the summertime

He's got me high (so high)
Like a bottle of red or a bottle of white
And if he's half the man I think he is
He's all I need to live the good life
The good life

My heart has been rich and poor
But if we never have more than we do right now
Then I'm rich for sure

He's got me high (so high)
All the clouds are jealous
He's Christmas in July
He's the summertime

He's got me high (so high)
Like a bottle of red or a bottle of white
And if he's half the man I think he is
He's all I need to live the good life
The good life

Yeah
The good life



Credits
Writer(s): Faheem Najm, Michael G. Dean, John Roger Stephens, Kanye Omari West, Quincy D. Jones, Aldrin Davis, James E. Ingram
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