Got a good thing goin' with a bad bitch You know who to call when you need it Wish I had another you, I'm greedy Sometimes like that nigga get greedy Got damn I fell in love with a bad bitch You know that every time you leave me Even though I know how

Pretty little thing Sometimes you gotta look good And let the world see All the beauty that you're made of Nobody can tell Your my Virginia bluebell My Virginia bluebell 'Cause the way you hang you head Carrying the weight on the end of a limb

We're in good company Is a pretty girl sitting next to me Kissing up on me, and I got a spot waiting on you Yeah, the only thing missing So B.Y.O.B, it means bring yourself over, babe Got what we need to make good vibes, good times And a damn good memory

It's got to get better in a little while. Don't you know what's wrong with me? I'm seeing things I don't want to see. Sniffing things that ain't no good for me. I'm going down fast, won't you say a prayer for me? The sun's got to shine on my guitar

Out of this goodbye town Nothing but a goodbye town Gotta find a way to finally get out This ain't nothing These streets are only bringing me down You're gonna think of me Right there's the high school where we met We'd sneak out back for a couple kisses

Lived with you, If I ain't got you There's a light A certain kind of light That never shone on me I want my life to be There's a way, everybody say To do each and every little thing But what good does it bring, if I ain't got you

Boy it's good to know I got a bud like you Way up, way up Way up to the sky When everybody here is sneaking in and getting high Way up to the moon Kicking in the basement To pick me way up, way up Enough, enough Hating all the same things too

Oh, it must be love I said whoa, I said whoa Let me hear you say yeah Something got a hold on me, yeah, yeah Believe I'd fly if only I could Sound so strange, sure it's good I said whoa Aha-ho, aha-hey, yeah

It's got to get better in a little while. Don't you know what's wrong with me? I'm seeing things I don't want to see. Sniffing things that ain't no good for me. I'm going down fast, won't you say a prayer for me? The sun's got to shine on my guitar

I got a good thing, I got a good thing And I caught this feeling that I can't explain Got my heart speeding, every time she says my name She calls me baby Alright, play it on round boys Right there's your something Smiling through this lazy day Just a