Good Times

[Verse 1] Tryna take it where the grass is the brightest green Cool beat with that permanent summer feel Tryna be Charlie on that beach house Feeling down in the dumps, upliftment’s what I need now So turn the speakers up Keep sipping ‘til the drink is up Keep smoking ‘til the weed is up And I’ma keep vibing ‘til this beat is up If it ends run it back to the start Or replay the whole project from the top Do it only if it feels good Keep celebrating just like we should Because nothing in life is promised Except death so I’m killing all this I’m feeling myself, it’s such a pleasure To the Good Times is where I’m headed [Hook] Feeling good, gotta thank our Father Pray the glory days will be more than nostalgia No matter your finances Boxed or bottled, raise them wine glasses Let’s have a toast cos we living And pour some on the ground, for everyone who’s missing Get some good weed, with this good wine This is a toast to the Good Times [Verse 2] The good old days, I’m tryna bring it back here If you always busy, then this is your gap year Tryna do it big before I see B.I.G Don’t follow the script, only me I be Own worst enemy, I’ll be victorious in spite of me Not a leader, I follow the cult inside of me Head’s in the clouds, nothing was the same Pushing dope tracks, my name is my name Jimi Priceless, so phenomenal I want that cash money and I’ll tell you where the commas go You gotta buy into this good music Never sell out, my soul I won’t lose it Keep it to myself, I’m so selfish I’m tryna help myself, I can’t help it I’d have no company if it wasn’t for my mic But for now we gon’ all get right [Hook] [Verse 3] Not a jack of all trades, I’m an artist that’s all Bitches talking’ smack, they should come jack me off But I’ma need a queen not a pawn If life’s a chess game then I’m tryna get with Wendy Fiore God is great, I’m tryna be grateful Not only do I love what I do, I do it great too Having good times, making great memories This for all the villains, fuck our enemies Word to MCKD, my flow is Timeless Thinkin’ that I’m Scarface, apologies to my sinus The world is mine, is how I’m feeling When push comes to shove, I’ma push it to the limit I hope I see a happy ending ‘fore the movie ends If not, put my hopes and dreams in the credits then My words to the world is what I bring Good Times every day of the week, forgive our seven sins [Hook] This is a toast to the Good Times