You give good love to me Baby, you give good love (You give good love to me) Now you're here like you've been before And you know just what I need It took some time for me to see That you give good love to me, baby So good, take this heart of mine into

That place in my mind Is that space that you call mine Without hearing what I have to say We too feel alone Therever been all the time Lost enslaved fatal decline I've been waiting for this too fool (Good) The pieces are only as good as the whole Severed

I promise you there's times I'm not so sad Some days the good will even out the bad I know I'm married to my problems It's always in my head And I'm destined for greatness or death Destined for greatness or death I need another drug Sickness is in season

I may be a real bad boy But baby I'm a real good man Girl, you've never known no one like me Up there in your high society They might tell you I'm no good Girl they need to understand Just who I am I may drink too much and play too loud Hang out with a

I, I'm a do you dirty Say you love me now, baby, it's too early You think you love me now, I think you should be worried Swear you see the good in me But that don't beat the hood in me And I got my intentions and use Guess I'm make believe 'cause baby, I

Don't go changing, trying to please me You never let me down before I don't imagine you're too familiar And I don't see you anymore I would not leave you in times of trouble We never could have come this far I took the good times, I'll take the bad times

Oh, I must be seeing blind Oh, my, my, you just took me by surprise And I can't believe my eyes Oh no, now you're too good to be all mine Now I'm looking in your eyes I have seen, seen it all in paper dreams Watched it unfold on the screen But I never

Bitch I am up, bitch I am up Bitch I am huh, bitch I am up Thank you very much I'm way too good at this shit I don't even really gotta try no more Oh my God, Ronny Okay, Xans for her dinner, uhh Bag from Margiela, uhh

Is it real, cause you're on live I'm a good son You're a good son When we were coming down they said it was too soon I never had to lie no no no no We were coming down, they left us all alone Way to nowhere, nowhere. I know you've been around I feel you

That's all right. What you call me? You didn't! You don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats. Well I tell you one dog-gone thing. It makes me feel good to know one thing. I know I'm a lover. Matter of opinion. That's all right, Mama was. Papa too.