Good Time Boy Lyrics

You're talkin' to a good time boy from around the way Walk around tough with a tucked pistol Keep me 'round when your luck is low I've had a whole lot of problems, fistful of condoms Just another motherfuckin' good time boy Seduce me with safety, baby I'm Vegas on a Sunday mornin' Throw me some weight, I'm drownin' Who's handing out free do-overs? Seduce me with safety, baby I'm Vegas on a Sunday mornin' Throw me some weight, I'm drownin' Who's handing out free do-overs? Life's a prison, only came here for the motherfuckin' view, ayy If the truth'll set me free then how the fuck am I hеre talkin' over you? What you think, angel? Comе judge me Had a blade to the wrist, I'm lucky When I'm drunk and alone, come fuck me Stay alive, man, the world gettin' dusty If you selfish, little bitch, don't trust me Just tryin' to get by bein' muddy Would you mind if I had a good day? Motherfucker You're talkin' to a good time boy from around the way Walk around tough with a tucked pistol Keep me 'round when your luck is low I've had a whole lot of problems, fistful of condoms Just another motherfuckin' good time boy Seduce me with safety, baby I'm Vegas on a Sunday mornin' Throw me some weight, I'm drownin' Who's handing out free do-overs? Seduce me with safety, baby I'm Vegas on a Sunday mornin' Throw me some weight, I'm drownin' Who's handing out free do-overs? Are you seeing what I'm seeing? Got a fleeting sense of well-being I'm doing better than I deserve I'm the luckiest man on this earth If you got a cough you can sip my syrup If you're feeling cold I will give my shirt I won't make a sound even if I'm hurt I'm the luckiest man on this earth Ooh, let's get it poppin' tonight I got some booze in the ride I got some boobs in the ride, who wanna slide? Last night on God, I could've died All of my twins, mixin' the medicine Ballin' again, Hall of Famin' I'm Matt Damon on rims (Woo), handlin' biz Little bitch, put the guns in the Benz You're talkin' to a good time boy from around the way Walk around tough with a tucked pistol Keep me 'round when your luck is low (Oh, oh) I've had a whole lot of problems, fistful of condoms Just another motherfuckin' good time boy (Yeah) You're talkin' to a good time boy from around the way Walk around tough with a tucked pistol Keep me 'round when your luck is low (Oh, oh) I've had a whole lot of problems, fistful of condoms Just another motherfuckin' good time boy (Yeah) Yeah, this calls for a toast Glasses up, glasses up May we be who our mamas think we are (You feel me?) May we be in Heaven a half hour before the Devil knows we're gone But look at me, look at me One more time, one more time All this bullshit aside, I love you