Atmosphere Good Times (sick Pimpin) Lyrics

Good Times (sick Pimpin) Lyrics

This next one goes out to all the depressed women in the house

Whether you takin’ the Prozac, the Zanex, or Paxil

Whatever the hell they put in that capsule

I want ya’ll 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 thang for the women that don’t love themselves

So either loosin’ up your hair or tighten up your belt

And this time, this time is a good time for

Good times

Got a thang for the women that don’t love themselves

So either loosin’ up your hair or tighten up your belt

And this time, this time is a good time

Good time, a good time



You know why she’s sittin’ by the window 

She’s waitin’ for her prince to come

And here I am on the opposite side of the room

Tryin’ 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, lets make a mess

No, lets make a baby

No, lets make some hell on earth

Do you mind if I turn out the lights

If I’m gonna be alone I’d rather do it in the dark 

So I stare at half of a beer half wishin’ that the transmision 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 in side of my laugh

It goes



Got a thang for the women that don’t love themselves

So either loosen up your hair or tighten up your belt

And this time, this time is a good time for

Good times

Got a thang for the women that don’t love themselves

So either loosen up your hair or tighten up your belt

And this time, this time is a good time for



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 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 lung

Whatever it takes to calm your tongue

If this living room fills with any more false

I’m gonna cut my finger, I’m gonna paint these walls

If anybody watched us they probably call the cops

Cause it’s obvious that neither one of us can adjust

Discussion becomes disgust 

If luck was a lady I thought she would save me from the bum rush

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 shit

And swallow it to chase and follow the sufferin’

But I’m still smiling

Still up to no great

Still tryin’ to relocate

Somewhere I’m a find some work that matters

Till then all you get is my smirk and my laughter (Hahaha)

It goes



Got a thang for the women that don’t love themselves

So either loosen up your hair or tighten up your belt

And this time, this time is a good time

Got a thang for the women that don’t love themselves

So either loosen up your hair or tighten up your belt

And this time, this time is a good time

Good time

Got a thang for the women that don’t love themselves

So either loosen up your hair or tighten up your belt

Got a thang for the women that don’t love themselves

So either loosen up your hair or tighten up your belt

And this time is a good time for good times, c’mon