[Chorus]
You're talking 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 motherf*cking good time boy
[Post-Chorus]
Seduce me with safety baby
I'm Vegas on a Sunday morning
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 morning
Throw me some weight I'm drownin
Who's handing out free do-overs?
[Verse 1]
Life's a prison only came here for the motherf*cking view
If the truth will set me free then how the f*ck am I hеre talking 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 f*ck me
Stay alive man the world getting dusty
If you selfish little bitch, don't trust me
Just trying to get by being muddy
Would you mind if I had a good day? Motherf*cker
[Chorus]
You're talking 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 motherf*cking good time boy
[Post-Chorus]
Seduce me with safety baby
I'm Vegas on a Sunday morning
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 morning
Throw me some weight I'm drownin
Who's handing out free do-overs?
[Verse 2]
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
[Bridge]
Ooh, let's get it popping tonight!
I got some booze in the ride
I got some boobs in the ride, who wanna slide?
Last night on God, I coulda died
All of my twins, mixing the medicine ballin' again
Hall of famin', I'm Matt Damon on rims
Handling biz, little bitch put the guns in the Benz
[Chorus]
You're talking 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 motherf*cking good time boy
You're talking 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 motherf*cking good time boy
[Outro]
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