Good Time Boy

Yeah, uh Whoo, yeah 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 motherfucking good time boy Uh, mm, 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? Life's a prison only came here for the motherfucking view Ay, if the truth will set me free Then how the fuck am I here talking 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 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? Motherfucker 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 motherfucking good time boy Uh, mm, 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? 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 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 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 motherfucking 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 motherfucking good time boy 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 A good time boy