Good as You - Kane Brown & Katelyn Brown

Talking 'bout your sunny soul Oh you know I'll never be As good as you, Talking 'bout your nobel mind You know I'll never be As righteous as you, And I just can't believe That you care for me hey You know I want to be moved By the music that has moved ya Talking 'bout your sunny soul Oh you know I'll never be As good as you, And talking 'bout the fiery look you have No I'll never be As brave as you And talking 'bout your smile rebelously wise You know I'll never be As true as you And talking 'bout the fights you fight You know I'll never be As strong as you And I just can't believe That you care for me eh You know I want to be moved By the music that had moved ya I just can't believe That you care for me eh You know I want to be moved By the music that had moved ya I just can't believe That you care for me eh You know I want to be moved By the music that had moved ya I just can't believe That you care for me hey You know I want to be moved By the music that had moved ya Mmm

My head is poundin' Too much red wine I wish I didn't love it like I do It gets to me every time I wake up craving This cigarette Yeah I know they're no good for me But I can't put 'em down just yet I've never been held the way you held me I've never been hurt the way you hurt me I could handle this pain, forget your name If you hadn't loved me like you had Why'd you have to be as good as you were bad I wanna hate you I'm mad as hell Oh, but a part of me still loves you And hopes and prays to God you're doin' well I've never been held the way you held me And I've never been hurt the way you hurt me I could handle this pain, forget your name If you hadn't loved me like you had Why'd you have to be as good as you were bad They say you remember the past Better than it really was But there was a time when it really was So good I could handle this pain, forget your name If you hadn't loved me like you had Why'd you have to be as good as you were bad

I'm sick to death of eating breakfast on my own Starting out my daily blues (hmm) I'm sick to death of spilling coffee on my phone (oh) Scrolling through pictures of you I'd like to say that maybe we could work it out But I know that it's no use If I ever find anyone half as good as you I think maybe that will do (ooh-ooh) I kissed a stranger in the hallway late last night He was wearing purple shoes I asked him when he kissed me, could he close his eyes? But he just looked at me confused And people say my expectations are too high But I'm not asking for the moon If I ever find anyone half as good as you I think maybe that will do If I ever find anyone half as good as you I think maybe that will do Oh, I'm so sick of laying here So sick of counting tears Comparing everyone to you Oh, oh Oh, I'm so sick of waiting here So frustrated My suspicions are you're laying there and thinking of me too I learned the lyrics yesterday to all your songs There was one I couldn't do I think the lyric went "You'll miss me when I'm gone" But the cords, I was confused I'd ask you 'round and you could tell me where I'm wrong But then I know you'd just refuse Refuse If I ever find anyone half as good as you I think maybe that will do (oh-oh) If I ever find anyone half as good as you I think maybe that will do

We take a drive just to sing along Every word of them Rolling Stones Stacey's mom had it goin' on Lived three doors down, I can see her now Her daughter had a heart that was wild and free If you Blink-182, then you'd miss me and her Every verse had a story Yeah, them pocket lighter nights lit up our days of glory Back when the air guitars were the only sound And you'd strum the chords and I'd put the pedal down Two-man dashboard band rollin' through this town Had that rearview shakin' to the kick-drum beat Leanin' West Coast deep in the bucket seats All I ever wanted was right there in that car Back when we were rockstars (We're running all night, chasing down a dream) (Howling at the moon, baby, you and me) Back when we were rockstars (We're running all night, chasing down a dream) (Howling at the moon, baby, you and me) Nothin' like freedom two windows down You singin' along, still hear it now Way too loud and sometimes off key But you sounded like an angel to me You'd make fun of how I threw my head And threw my fingers up in the air Thought I was Kurt Cobain or Jimmy Page You were at side seat, center stage Back when the air guitars were the only sound And you'd strum the chords and I'd put the pedal down Two-man dashboard band rollin' through this town And that rearview shakin' to the kick-drum beat Leanin' West Coast deep in the bucket seats All I ever wanted was right there in that car Back when we were rockstars Back when we were rockstars We never ended up on MTV Or heard our voices on a CD But in your eyes and in my arms We were each other's rockstars Back when the air guitars were the only sound And you'd strum the chords and I'd put the pedal down Two-man dashboard band rollin' through this town Had that rearview shakin' to the kick-drum beat Leeanin' West Coast deep in the bucket seats All I ever wanted was right there in that car Back when we were rockstars (We're running all night, chasing down a dream) (Howling at the moon, baby, you and me) Yeah, back when we were rockstars (We're running all night, chasing down a dream) (Howling at the moon, baby, you and me) Back when we were rockstars (We're running all night, chasing down a dream) (Howling at the moon, baby, you and me) You and me were rockstars (We're running all night, chasing down a dream) (Howling at the moon, baby, you and me) oh yeah (Running all night, chasing down a dream) Yeah, we were runnin' all night, chasing down a dream Howlin' at the moon, baby, you and me

Its 4:30 Friday I get off at 5. I'm gunna come into your place, You come into mine. Got a bottle of Jack And cheap red wine. Yeah our own little world. Wanna open em up And close all the doors, Spin you around On that kitchen floor, Cuz all week long I've been waiting for, You and me girl. Just chilling on the weekend, weekend. Sipping something on the cheap end, Cheap end. Skinny dipping in the deep end, deep end, Or Bass fishing with your feet in, Feet in. Up all night then we sleep in, sleep in. When we were never really sleepin, Sleepin. Tangled up in the sheets and sheets and Goose bumps gets to creeping, Creeping. Ya we chillin on the weekend. Just chilling on the weekend. We can watch a whole season of Seinfeld or Friends While I watch that afternoon sun shining in, Right through the blinds and onto your skin. Yeah that's something to see. Three days just ain't enough and time's ticking. So keep that cherry red lipstick sticking on meee. Ya let's just keep... Just chillin on the weekend, weekend. Sipping something on the cheap end, Cheap end. Skinny dipping in the deep end, Deep end, Or Bass fishing with your feet in, Feet in. Up all night then we sleep in, sleep in. But we were never really sleepin, Sleepin. Tangled up in the sheets and sheets and Goose bumps gets to creepin, creepin. Ya we chilling on the weekend. Just chilling on the weekend, weekend. Nothing to do, nowhere to be, nothing to do, nowhere to be Right here with you and you with me. Me here with you and you with me. Just chilling on the weekend, weekend. Oh Oh, sipping something on the cheap end. Yeah, skinny dipping in the deep end Or Bass fishing with your feet in. Ohhhh up all night then we sleepin, Sleepin But we were never really sleepin, sleepin. Tangled up in the sheets and sheets and Goose bumps just a creepin, creepin. Yeah we chilling on the weekend. Ohhhh yeaahhh. Yeah we chilling on the weekend. Just chilling on the weekend, weekend. Chilling on the weekend.

Yeah, we grew up in the backseat Singin', tappin' bare feet Blarin' daddy's radio It was clothes on the clothesline Skeeter's zappin' porch lights Blue collar, red dirt road It was Ford, it was Chevy Longneck Bud heavies It was RC Cola cokes It was blue jeans, Skoal rings Dry-rotted tire swings Yeah, that's all we know Yeah, here's to the middle of nowhere Where the small town roots run deep If you know what I'm talkin' 'bout Yeah, you was raised like me Talkin' Florida, 'Bama, Georgia, Carolina Louisiana, Mississippi Texas to Tennessee So raise your beers, cheers, here's to BFE It was chickens from the front yard Grillin' in the backyard Collard greens on the stove It was 'baccer, it was corn Praise the Lord I was born In a town nobody knows Yeah, here's to the middle of nowhere Where the small town roots run deep If you know what I'm talkin' 'bout Yeah, you was raised like me Talkin' Florida, 'Bama, Georgia, Carolina Louisiana, Mississippi Texas to Tennessee So raise your beers, cheers, here's to BFE (Play that thing) (C'mon!) Yeah, here's to the middle of nowhere Where the small town roots run deep If you know what I'm talkin' 'bout Yeah, you was raised like me Talkin' Florida, 'Bama, Georgia, Carolina Louisiana, Mississippi Texas to Tennessee So raise your beers, cheers, here's to BFE Yeah, raise your beers, cheers, here's to BFE Ooh, that's right