So Good At Being In Trouble - Unknown Mortal Orchestra

Sunny days Birds singin' sweet soundin' songs of love That's so pretty girl As we walk hand in hand Just kickin' up sand As the ocean laps at our feet, ooh I'm in your arms And all of your charms are for me Not for me Check it I need a crunk tight nigga Makes seven figgas Laced with a platinum Not the silver shit nigga And still seek her Ten inch or bigga Know how to lick it and stick it (Wha, wha) Now don't get me wrong 'cause I'm not a hoe But I know what I got you can't handle though 'Cause only real niggas wha You don't know So what you gon' do? What you gonna do? (Wha, wha, wha) Nigga, you must be crazy (That's right) What you gonna do with a bitch like me? I'm so good at being bad I'm the bitch you never had I epitomize the word sexy (Sexy) Nigga, you must be crazy What you gonna do with a bitch like me? You're in my shh, so tight Make ya cum all night And you can't handle me Baby Sorry I turned you out (You out) I guess I didn't know That a man could be so soft, hmm Well I guess I have to give you back (Guess I have) The flowers the candy (What?) The diamonds, oh no not the diamonds Oh hell no, wait a minute I'ma keep that (Better keep it, girl) Hope that you don't mind I'm not the mushy kind (The mushy kind) Never been, never will Unh, check it I need a crunk tight nigga Makes seven figgas Laced with a platinum Not the silver shit nigga And still seek her Ten inch or bigger And lick it from the back type nigga Now don't get me wrong 'cause I'm not a hoe But I know what I got you can't handle though 'Cause only real niggas wha You don't know So what you gon' do? What you gon'-gon' do? Nigga, you must be crazy (That's right) What you gonna do with a bitch like me? (Like me) I'm so good at being bad (Yea) I'm the bitch you never had I epitomize the word sexy (Yea, yea, yea) Nigga, you must be crazy (Aha) What you gonna do with a bitch like me? You're in my shh, so tight Make ya cum all night And you can't handle me Baby When I'm all alone I touch myself And I always dreamed about someone else Who was so much more than La-la-la-la-la A good man is so hard to find Well actually a hard man is so good to find Yo, yeah baby Ugh I understand you want a tour of what's inside Be my safety guide before I take you on this ride Straight into the center You enter my dimension No question is protection Selected in my session I'm on a quest I will not rest till I break it But if it's naked I'll take it with the batteries and bake it 'Cause I gotta get mine and you gotta get yours But never endin' it by sendin' it and shut the door You must be crazy to think That you can hang with me I try to escape the imprisonment of those defyin' to me The epitome of your every dream it seems to me For intangible fantasy You know what I mean Nigga, you must be crazy (That's right) What you gonna do with a bitch like me? (Like me) I'm so good at being bad (Yea) I'm the bitch you never had I epitomize the word sexy (Yea, yea, yea) Nigga, you must be crazy (Aha) What you gonna do with a bitch like me? (Like me) You're in my shh, so tight Make ya cum all night And you can't handle me (Can't handle me) Nigga, you must be crazy (That's right) What you gonna do with a bitch like me? (Like me) I'm so good at being bad (Yea) I'm the bitch you never had I epitomize the word sexy (Aha) Nigga, you must be crazy (Yea, yea, wha-wha) What you gonna do with a bitch like me? (Wha-wha) You're in my shh, so tight Make ya cum all night And you can't handle me (Can't handle me) Baby Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha That's right Watch out there now You can't handle me Huh-huh So what you gonna do? What you gonna do wit' a bitch A bitch like me, nigga huh? A bitch like me, nigga what? A bitch like me A bitch like mua That's a wrap baby

It was a one-in-a-million chance The way that we met Now I can't seem to get His smile out of my head All that tall, dark and handsome African-ess This morning, I caught myself wondering If he was too tall for my bed Oh, now you've got me talking on the phone Oh, now you've got me writing new songs What the hell's going on? I'm doing way too much, that's how I know I'm in good, good trouble with you I'm in good, good trouble with you Just when the winter started getting cold You came along and you warmed up my bones I'm in good, good trouble with you I love to leave my lipstick all over your face I love to sit around and talk to you About music all day and every day Oh, your kiss is the cure to a Thousand lonely nights This morning, I caught myself wondering How your hands would fit on my thighs Oh, now you've got me talking on the phone You've got me writing new songs What the hell's going on? I'm doing way too much, that's how I know I'm in good, good trouble with you, yeah I'm in good, good trouble with you Just when the winter started getting cold You came along and You warmed up my bones I'm in good, good trouble with you I could feel it the moment we met And it gets better and better for real I could feel it the moment we touched That's how I know this is the real deal And what if this goes alright? I know it's kind of crazy to say But now, you got me thinking that way What if this goes our way? I'm doing way too much I'm doing way too much I'm in good trouble with you I'm in good trouble This morning, I caught myself wondering What it would it be like if we shared a place I'm doing way too much We have only known each other For seven days I'm in good, good trouble with you I'm in good, good trouble with you

Trouble in mind, I'm blue But I won't be blue always 'Cause the sun's gonna shine In my backdoor some day I'm gonna lay my head On some lonesome railroad line And let the two nineteen drain Pacify my mind (pacify my mind) Trouble in mind, I'm blue I have almost lost my mind Sometimes feel like livin' Sometimes I feel like dyin' I'm goin' down to the river Gonna take my ol' rockin' chair And if the blues don't quit me I'm gonna rock away from here (aw steal guitar lucky) Followed my David on the clarinet Trouble in mind, I'm blue My ol' heart is a beating slow Lord I've never seen so much trouble In my mind before My good gal's done quit me And it sure does grate my mind So when you see me laughing You know I'm laughing just to keep from cryin' (let's go boy)

Is this on? She said with unblinking eyes In the front yard when we stepped outside You're alright I thought I heard her say to me But I was freaked 'cause I saw Chuck kiss Livy Jeanne Sometimes I can still see you Just like I used to But I grew my hair And you got tattoos And man, that's hard to look through Somebody took the piss right out of me For the last time right before that Halloween Who was that on the stair before the dance? And why do you go and say that this could never last? Sometimes I can still see you Just like I used to But I grew my hair And you got tattoos And man, that's hard to look through

Forget about it Ever get outta here, I doubt it Maybe try again, you're bound to have better luck Paranoia Maybe it's just the powder up your nose Givin' up, it's just a door that's never shut Crackin' up, I guess you're not that type o' nut Hang around a while, you're bound to forget your promise Nadja, darlin' Tell me all about the other girl inside your bed My love Darlin', I'm on this lonely road so long I don't know livin' from the dead Thought that I might get a little head La-la-la Nadja, baby Found a strand of your hair and ate it Couldn't throw away this thing you left behind Love's half-life Evaporates like water in the blood Feelin' homesick, I just stepped out of the room Crackin' up about this lonely afternoon Hang around a while, you're bound to forget your promise Nadja, darlin' Tell me all about the other girl inside your bed My love Darlin', I'm on this lonely road so long I don't know livin' from the dead Thought that I might get a little head La-la-la Nadja, darlin' Tell me all about the other girl inside your bed My love Darlin', I'm on this lonely road so long I don't know livin' from the dead Thought that I might get a little head La-la-la Nadja, darlin' Tell me all about the other girl inside your bed My love Darlin', I'm on this lonely road so long I don't know livin' from the dead Thought that I might get a little head La-la-la

Amoral but not evil Sick of fake democracies No one will fuck the ugly robot Samael owns history My thinking is done by your machine Can't escape the 20th century Handing in my resignation At the ministry of alienation Not heaven just California Escape with you or from it all Terraform a hostile wasteland Like the rapture in reverse My thinking is done by your machine Can't escape the 20th century Handing in my resignation At the ministry of alienation

Topless with the top down How many zeros do you need? Through the territory of fear How many zeros do you need? Sometimes bruises equal memories Pulled towards that love like gravity Sometimes bruises equal memories Pulled towards that love like gravity Work like an illusion How many zeros do you need? Freud auto-correction How many zeros do you need? Sometimes bruises equal memories Pulled towards that love like gravity Sometimes bruises equal memories Pulled towards that love like gravity