good to go) Yeah (Baby, I'm good as gone) Don't try to tell me it ain't what it is I'm good (I'm good at seein' the signs) I'm good (I'm good at readin
'm good (I'm good at readin' between the lines) No use in hangin' on Cause you're good to go And, baby, I'm good as gone Baby, I'm gone I'm gone
Oversættelse: Little Big Town. Godt som væk.
I'm good (I'm good at readin' between the lines) No use in hangin' on Cause you're good to go And, baby, I'm good as gone Baby, I'm gone I'm gone
m good (I'm good at readin' between the lines) No use in hangin' on Cause you're good to go And, baby, I'm good as gone Baby, I'm gone I'm gone
creepin And we still put it down nigga even though we four strong Flesh gone come home, Bone gone stay Bone When the 5th Dawg gets loose it gone be
Chi-town, pimp her Break a bitch and lie down in her Make a little church girl a sinner, don't worry I'm finna' Put her in a skirt and send her to work Big
it was hard to tell If I grow up and be rich as hell See, I was cool I knew all the shit Big bank on my finger tips But I never had a big bank, not back
People out here droppin' dead like flies I used to see a home boy givin' five Now I say, "Man, you're still alive?" Cold as hell, the town I'm from Won
walkin' 'round town with a wig and a purse No tellin' what?s next, I don?t know Like the Mack said, homie, pimp the ho I?ll be good to you You?ll be good
shirts by Versace, hoes they gone watch me but they all wanna watch me as I slow the beat down see the diamonds face crown, wreckin whole H-town comin
me comin, BIG SCOOB GOT EM RUNNIN Sex when I flex I catch wreck on the world tour with dough in my pockets big like the biscuits, in CB4 Set up a contest
shake all the trouble from your worried mind Get rhythm when you get the blues Little shoeshine boy never gets low down But he's got the dirtiest job in town
you were on my mind at least nine tenths of yesterday it seemed as if perhaps I'd gone insane what is it about you that has commandeered my brain?
me comin, big scoob got em runnin Sex when I flex I catch wreck on the world tour With dough in my pockets big like the biscuits, in cb4 Set up a contest
head down to the local saloon, you welcome to stop in and have a cold bottle, big city boys and stuck up super models, we don't care where ya from, as long as
down to the local saloon, you welcome to stop in and have a cold bottle, big city boys and stuck up super models, we don't care where ya from, as long as
Your adolescent dreams are gone Through the days you feel a little used up And you don't know where your energy's gone wrong Just your soul feelin' a little