Just Having a Good Time - DJ H

I don't give a fuck I'm just still out here having A good time, sometimes, you know If you seize the day, can I bring my mess? If you run away, can I bring my legs? Smoke twenty cigarettes just to cure my stress Sign of my life, sign of the times Smoke heavy on my lungs, that's that cause and effect Feel that G-force heavy on the way to my check I ain't always been walkin', so I'm takin' my steps Sign of my life, sign of the times I know you don't like to listen Turn the sound on with no permission I know you don't like to listen But there's only one life to live so it's okay I know you don't like to listen, it's okay (Yeah) But there's only one life to live so it's okay I know you don't like to listen, it's okay (Yeah) But there's only one life to live so it's okay If I send a text, will you meet at ten? If I get you facts, will you meet me again? I really love her in the summer, hope we make amends Love of my life, stuck on my mind You were a handful then, you're still a handful now Got a handful of dough and you're handin' it out Girl, I'm proud, yeah, I'm proud, yeah, I'm sorry that I bounced Such a pretty little smile, I ain't seen you in a while Hope we meet again Hope we meet again, mm I know you don't like to listen Turn the sound on with no permission I know you don't like to listen But there's only one life to live so it's okay I know you don't like to listen, it's okay (Yeah) But there's only one life to live so it's okay (Hey, yeah, it's okay, I hope you know that it's all okay) I know you don't like to listen, it's okay (Yeah, it's okay, I hope you know that it's all okay) But there's only one life to live so it's okay I hope you know that it's all okay, yeah I hope you know that it's all okay, yeah Sometimes you just gotta tell yourself it's okay, you know? Sometimes I don't give a fuck I'm just still out here having A good time, sometimes, you know

Hey Being optimistic is insane When everybody's got a taste of faith Will I get by on alcohol and prayer? In May Traded mom and pop for east LA Packed me up and sent me on my way But when we talk I know they wish I stayed I'm having a hard time being myself All of the time All of the time And everyone asks me if I'm doing well But I just been lying I just been lying Some people make it look so easy I'm not made for TV I'm completely lost All of the time All of the time, yeah Hey I'm tired of people telling me to wait Pretending that I'm younger than my age And linking up with suits and what's her name, hmm It's safe Safe to say that I feel out of place I meet someone new and change my face Going back on promises I made I made, oh I'm having a hard time being myself All of the time All of the time And everyone asks me if I'm doing well But I just been lying I just been lying Some people make it look so easy I'm not made for TV I'm completely lost All of the time All of the time, yeah Got a lot on my mind With myself, me and I Am I holding on, am I just lying? Got a lot on my mind With myself, me and I And I'm tired as fuck I can't lie I'm having a hard time being myself All of the time All of the time And everyone asks me if I'm doing well But I just been lying I just been lying Some people make it look so easy I'm not made for TV I'm completely lost All of the time All of the time, yeah

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