Atmosphere - Good Times lyrics

[Intro: Slug] This next one goes out to all the depressed women in the house Whether you're taking the Prozac, the Xanax or the Paxil Whatever the hell they put into that capsule I want y'all to come up to the front of the stage Grab me a shot of something along the way Put a smile on the front of your head [Hook 2x] Got a thing for them women that don't love themselves So either loosen up your hair or tighten up your belt This time, this time is a good time Good times [Verse 1: Slug] You know why she's sitting by the window: she's waiting for her prince to come And here I am on the opposite side of the room trying to pretend that I'm not that dumb It goes older, bold, and full of cold, but did I mention that it's well deserved? No, let's make a mess No, let's make a baby No, let's make some hell on earth Do you mind if I turn out the lights? If I'm going to be alone I'd rather do it in the dark So I stare at half of a beer, half wishing that the transmission would stay in park She keeps the music down, so her neighbors don't complain Keeps the drama up, so she doesn't forget the pain I keep my momentum inside the reaction And hide my pride inside of my laughter It goes [Hook] [Verse 2: Slug] And I'll never forget the day you woke up To find a whole different world underneath your socks Forgot to check your pockets before you the checked the cost Yes ma'am, I saw the sign. No ma'am, I couldn't stop Drop off, now look who got water on the lawn Whatever it takes to calm your tongue If this living room fills with any more faults I'm going to cut my finger, I'm going to paint these walls If anybody watched us, they'd probably call the cops Because it's obvious that neither one of us can adjust Discussion becomes disgust If luck was a lady I doubt she would save me from the bumrush Enough is enough, but how much is too much? Why am I still just a sheep to your touch? Why can't I ever fall asleep at dusk? Why do I need to see everything crushed? It's a big map girl, it's yours if you ask If it don't wash up to the shore you won't discover it Instead, you can hide it in your head with that other sh** And swallow it to chase and follow the suffering But I'm still smiling, still up to no great Still trying to relocate Somewhere I'mma find some work that matters 'Til then all you get is my smirk and my laughter It goes [Hook]