100 lyrics for "Good good good, good bad"

As bad as it was, as bad as it hurt I thank God I didn’t get what I thought that I deserved Sometimes life leads you down a different road Someday you’ll see the reason why When you’re holding on to someone that you gotta let go Sometimes, yeah
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Get the firehouse Whoo, hoo, yeah She's like bad weather but it seems so good You'd never leave her but you know you should She'll adore you and she'll floor you With her wisdom and her vision And you'll love it and think of it Till you lose all intuition
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Sweet child in time you'll see the line The line that's drawn between the good and the bad See the blind man shooting at the world Bullets flying taking toll If you've been bad, Lord I bet you have And you've been hit by flying lead You'd better close
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Then you suffer Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin' glass When you believe in things that you don't understand Very superstitious, writings on the wall Very superstitious, ladders bout' to fall Seven years of bad luck, the good things in your past
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Oh oh oh, I'm on fire Woo ooh ooh Hey little girl, is your daddy home? Did he go away and leave you all alone? Mhmm I got a bad desire Tell me now, baby, is he good to you? And can he do to you the things that I do? Oh no I can take you higher Sometimes
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White Ferrari Bad luck to talk on these rides Mind on the road Your dilated eyes watch the clouds float Had a good time 16: how was I supposed to know anything? I let you out at Central I didn't care to state the plain Kept my mouth closed
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What's next girl, 'cause it's up to you You was like my best friend We used to be best friends 'til we started sexin' Can we still be best friends after what just happened It's a bad thing, but it feels so good You was like my best friend, you was like
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Good to go, good to go Fresh kicks (all day) new fits (all right) Drop hits (all day) then party (all night) Walk wit a limp, and I talk wit a lingo Party with a buncha bad girls in a Pinto Run up on a motherfucker wit a dull pencil Sharpen up a #2 on
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Draped in designer, I’m sticky as hell I can do bad on my own and good by myself I never needed no help I needed you niggas, you wasn’t right there If you need me, lil' nigga, I’m still gon' be here My vision was blurry and now I see clear You wouldn’t
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One love, who's crying now? One love, feeds the fire One heart, burns desire Two hearts, born to run Who'll be the lonely one? It's been a mystery But still they try to see Why something good can hurt so bad Caught on a one-way street
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