Good Times (Sick Pimpin’) - Atmosphere

This next one goes out
To all the depressed women in the house
Whether you're taking the prozac the zanac 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
Got A thing for the women that don't love themself
So either loosen up your hair or tighten up your belt
This time this time is A good time
Good times
Got A thing for the women that don't love themself
So either loosen up your hair or tighten up your belt
And this town this town is A good town
A good time A good time
You know while 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 told 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 par
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 inside the reaction
And hide my pride inside of my laughter
It goes
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 man I saw the sign no man I couldn't stop
Drop off now look who got water on the lawn
Whatever it takes to calm your tongue
If this livingroom fil