Good Time Boy

You're talkin' 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 motherfuckin' good time boy

Seduce me with safety, baby
I'm Vegas on a Sunday mornin'
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 mornin'
Throw me some weight, I'm drownin'
Who's handing out free do-overs?

Life's a prison, only came here for the motherfuckin' view, ayy
If the truth'll set me free then how the fuck am I here talkin' over you?
What you think, angel? Come judge me
Had a blade to the wrist, I'm lucky
When I'm drunk and alone, come fuck me
Stay alive, man, the world gettin' dusty
If you selfish, little bitch, don't trust me
Just tryin' to get by bein' muddy
Would you mind if I had a good day? Motherfucker

You're talkin' 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 motherfuckin' good time boy

Seduce me with safety, baby
I'm Vegas on a Sunday mornin'
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 mornin'
Throw me some weight, I'm drownin'
Who's handing out free do-overs?

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

Ooh, let's get it poppin' tonight
I got some booze in the ride
I got some boobs in the ride, who wanna slide?
Last night on God, I could've died
All of my twins, mixin' the medicine
Ballin' again, Hall of Famin'
I'm Matt Damon on rims (woo), handlin' biz
Little bitch, put the guns in the Benz

You're talkin' to a good time boy from around the way
Walk around tough with a tucked pistol
Keep me 'round when your luck is low (oh, oh)
I've had a whole lot of problems, fistful of condoms
Just another motherfuckin' good time boy (yeah)
You're talkin' to a good time boy from around the way
Walk around tough with a tucked pistol
Keep me 'round when your luck is low (oh, oh)
I've had a whole lot of problems, fistful of condoms
Just another motherfuckin' good time boy (yeah)

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