Good Enough (feat. 2Tone, Debris Stevenson & Robyn Hughes Jones)

Look me in the eye and tell me I’m not good enough

Cos it’s clear you don’t believe I’m worthy of your love

I can’t take the truth, just speak the words, this armours tough

It’s clear that you believe I’m just not good enough

For you

Maybe I’m wrong maybe I don’t do enough

One day I think you might mature into your Mum

She lived and loved nah she aint in a fuss

When we in a rutt she aint ever into us

And I respect that

Cos never has to get to gloves

Let me fetch that

I know she likes her guinness punch

I swear I never helped, you lie I help myself

Its supposed to be a partnership your troubling myself

Running your mouth like your want to win a medal

It’s hell, you eat loud

Sometimes my feet smell

You say I don’t appreciate having this clean hour

I think we both forget what we got and its senile

You see know you swtich when you see gyal

But your the only bird in my life they just sea shells

My 2 girls are pretty I see shell

Any time I’m with them you know that I mean well

I mean out cos you know I sleep out

You knew I wasn’t one of them stiffs when you reached out

Alien perception your stuck in that detail

I’m not here to follow the script its a free world

I could be afraid of commitment and need help

Or maybe your just tipping a little the libra scale

I dont want the kids in the middle when we yell

Till you can change the locks on your crib till it makes sense

Look me in the eye and tell me I’m not good enough

Cos it’s clear you don’t believe I’m worthy of your love

I can’t take the truth, just speak the words, this armours tough

It’s clear that you believe I’m just not good enough

Feeling on edge, feeling like an outcast, feeling like a paranoid schizophrenic off his meds

Imma supposed to be here imma supposed to be there Imma supposed to be happy or imma supposed to be scared

Question myself like am I good enough

Or have I done enough

Getting down from stressing to get my money up

Tied of tricking and performing bunny hops

Like when will it fully stop

Words to the gully god gully god

Double shots of rum and scotch to escape

Chillin with something posh, no our life aint the same

I’m from the hood she from the burb I’m in the hood with the birds

Her mum and dad own a farm and a shotgun that’ll burst

If they knew their precious daughter was in love with a thug

Musical notes got us joined up like wrapping a bud

Sneaking around hotel rooms and plans for abroad

Got to man up all this fear got me small like a boy

Debris Stevenson

I want to live in the space between your teeth and your tongue

I want to taste the fun

Like broken see-saws and a potato gun

I wanna be the words that get caught in that mist around your lips

I want to stick in your clothes like evaporated vinegar on chips

I want a relationship that lives

In the sky

But not like a blimp or one that can fly I want a relationship that can fall

A relationship that can sky dive, thrive of the upward thrust of air thats struggling to keep us alive

I want to be barely upright

Like a crooked house on the seaside

And then stare into your eyes like everyone else has died

Look me in the eye and tell me I’m not good enough

Cos it’s clear you don’t believe I’m worthy of your love

I can’t take the truth, just speak the words, this armours tough

It’s clear that you believe I’m just not good enough

For you

Look me in the eye and tell me I’m not good enough