Not so Bad - Brian Rosenthal & Spies Are Forever Original Cast

(Three-point-five clouds up my window, and I can't see it all) (Paddy on the track) (It reminds me that it's not so bad) My lean's gone cold, I'm wonderin' why I got out of bed at all Three-point-five clouds up my window, and I can't see at all And even if I could, it would all be grey, but these racks stack up too tall (yeah) It reminds me (reminds me), that it's not so bad (hey), it's not so bad at all Fuck sittin' on the windows, been playin' with the bands, like Dido (Dido) I don't smoke weed, indoor by my lonely, like a widow (widow) Ice cubes, pour me some more (oh), she pop like a pistol (oh) Restart, new vehicle, I done jumped out, G.I. Joe God forgives, but I don't (I don't), Lord, have mercy, I don't (oh) Big shot, big dog, block too hot, gotta cool off (cool off) CCTV runnin' 24/7, you better not move wrong (move wrong) I can see the wallet, chain hangin' off my shadow (shadow) USD's in euros, I do 'em so fast, do free-throw's (free throw's) Just left the jeweler, weigh my neck down with two kilo's (kilo) It's you, it's not me though, speed limit 60, over Twist up three-point-five and I smell older, I'm in the ozone My lean's gone cold, I'm wonderin' why I got out of bed at all Three-point-five clouds up my window, and I can't see at all And even if I could, it would all be grey, but these racks stack up too tall It reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad at all Started off in last place (last place), started passin' niggas (zoom) I always had faith (had faith), never saw no competition (yeah) Never saw no competition (competition) And lately, I don't know why I've been reminiscin', yeah (reminiscin') More money, more problems (more problems) Well, I think I like those problems (those problems) Yeah, they see me winnin' now, but you ain't see me when I was starvin' (yeah) You ain't know me at the bottom (bottom), you weren't with me on that grind (grind) Couldn't call you when I was hurtin', so I ain't gon' call you when I shine (yeah, yeah) The lean's gone cold (gone cold) The lean's gone cold, 'cause I don't pour up anymore (no) Eyes so low, that I can't roll up anymore But I'm a lonely stoner, so I'm still gon' smoke one more (yeah-yeah) My lean's gone cold, I'm wonderin' why I got out of bed at all Three-point-five clouds up my window (ayy), and I can't see at all (yeah) And even if I could, it would all be grey, but these racks stack up too tall It reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad at all (Bad at all) (Bad at all) (Bad at all) (Bad at all)

In a city that lives while its bright stars die And you start to get old when you turn 25 Where else can you go when you've got that drive? And everybody says when they arrive It's not so bad in L.A The parking's cheap and valet Those blue skies day after day It's not so bad in L.A Backyard got two lemon trees Ten grams at the dispensary Angels all left, but we'll stay It's not so bad in L.A Ay... la, la, la, la, la And the ghosts of the nineties walk the streets And the famous girls smile with the whites of their teeth All licking their lips for a quick fifteen Your appetite fades but you're still starving It's not so bad in L.A The parking's cheap and valet Those blue skies day after day It's not so bad in L.A Backyard got two lemon trees Ten grams at the dispensary Angels all left, but we'll stay It's not so bad in L.A It's not so bad in L.A The parking's cheap and valet Those blue skies day after day It's not so bad in L.A Backyard got two lemon trees Ten grams at the dispensary Angels all left, but we'll stay It's not so bad in L.A Ay, ay, la, la, la, la, la, la... Two lemon trees Ten grams at the dispensary Angels all left, but we'll stay It's not so bad in L.A

They say times are hard for dreamers, But they won't be hard for me. I've saved up everything I know To take that step beyond the lawn, Keep walking 'till I see the station And then see it go. Inside the train, Out through the glass, My finger tracing, All of these towns, I've never heard of racing past... Off the train in Paris, Half a mile from Sacré-Cœur, The city's waking up for me. A sign says an apartment is vacant on the second floor And suddenly, I hold a key. I turn a lock, the rooms appear And all it takes is one more step And then I'm here! Just me, behind my door, It isn't what I have It's only what I have in store that matters now! The past can only fade And everything I'll ever need is here, This is how my world gets made. They say times are hard for dreamers, And who knows? Maybe they are. People seem stuck or lost at sea And I might be a dreamer but it has gotten me this far And that is far enough for me. Look out my window There's a view of other windows My own museum full of paintings, I look through! Where everything is clear It isn't where I am It's only where I go from here That matters now And I am not afraid! As everything I'll ever need appears, This is how my world gets made...