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I woke up with my feet up. See that outfit 30, 000 feet up. Watcha' know and you know how I link up, get my homie up tell him what's up with the feature. I remember back when I was living in a freezer, had to keep my hustle up so I could keep the heat up. Now I got my cheese up, it's cool with this smiling when they see us. How you like me know I'm even better when I'm Real! Woke up in London yesterday Found myself in the city near Picadilly Don't really know how I got here I got some pictures on my phone New names and numbers that I don't know Address to places like Abbey Road Day turns to night Night turns to whatever we want We're young enough to say Oh This has gotta be the good life This has gotta be the good life This could really be a good life, good life I say oh Got this feeling that you can't fight Like this city is on fire tonight This could really be a good life A good, good life Ohhhh ohhh ohhh ohhh To my friends in New York I say hello My friends in L.A. they don't know Where I've been for the past few years or so Paris to China to Colorado Sometimes there's airplanes I can't jump out Sometimes there's bulls**t that don't work now We all got our stories but please tell me-e-e What there's to complain about When you're happy like a fool Let it take you over When everything is out You gotta take it in Oh This has gotta be the good life This has gotta be the good life This could really be a good life, good life I say oh Got this feeling that you can't fight Like this city is a fine night This could really be a good life A good, good life Oh yeah, good life Yeah, oooh Good life Yeah! This, right here is the definition of timeless, this is incredible at its finest! I couldn't telll you what was behind me. Couldn't even say where my mind is!? Grand Hustle King, refer to me as your highness. My family tree will probably have you feel enlighted, united. They say the best is yet to come, but I swear it's already here just open up your eyelids. Oh This has gotta be the good life This has gotta be the good life This could really be a good life, good life I say oh Got this feeling that you can't fight Like this city is a fine night This could really be a good life A good, good life Oh yeah Good, good life Good life Ohhhh ohhh ohhh Listen To my friends in New York I say hello My friends in L.A. they don't know Where I've been for the past few years or so Paris to China to Colorado? Sometimes there's airplanes I can't jump out Sometimes there's bulls**t that don't work now We all got our stories but please tell me-e-e What there's to complain about?
Writer(s): Ryan B. Tedder, Brent Michael Kutzle, Noel Patrick Zancanella, Bobby Ray Simmons Jr., Eddie Ray Fisher Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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