Good Lies.

Suburban in the city yeah you know that im a mess

Hanna Montana I just want the both of best

I just want respect

You're working on a good life

I'm tryna get to good times

You're boot steppin on my good times

Gimmie some, light

I'm walkin' on a thin line

I'm tryna' get to good times

Kinda chokin' on my alibies

Gimmie some life

I've seen evils called by name

That would make you end it right there

That would leave you changed forever

That'd leave you shakin'

I've seen evils called by name

That would freeze you right there

That would leave you so scared

At least im shakin'

How could under righteous names

You be so un-righteous?

You can't even fight it

My words are taken

And though I said changed my course

I'm it more

I'm grippin to my sword

I live by it

I'm pullin' out my stops

I'm creaming up my crops

I'm rotten to the core I need pias

And though I said I changed my core

I'm only on it more

I want a sorry or a good time

They're sorting out my soul

They're sorting out my soul I need pias

They're sorting out my soul

They're sorting out my soul I need pias

Took a minute but I put this bitch to bed

I only want respect

I don't want what's left

Took a minute but I put this bitch to bed

I wont

I wont

You're working on a good life

I'm tryna get to good times

You're working on a good life

I'm tryna get to good times

I've seen evils by name

That would leave you right there

That would leave you so scared

That would leave you

That would leave you

At least you leave me