Correction Lyrics We Should Be Good by Black Thought

Featuring(s) : C.S. Armstrong

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Lyrics

"I'm tired of this."
"What is it? What are you tired of?"
"I'm tired of you not being here."
"I'm here, I'm here right now. I'm here right now."
"The only time I connected with you is via Social Media."
"Listen, all you gotta do-"
"Are you never home?"
"I'm connected right now."
"You always down the streets, all you do is work, coming home, shower, [?], go the hell out "
"All you gotta do is-"

I'm another man, oh, another man, yeah
[?], yeah
All we can be

No one can always be kissin' under the mistletoe
Eventually you'll be sendin' each other missiles and wonderin' just where this will go
Even considern' splittin', but neither one of you want to make it official, though
That pressure built in the kettle until the whistle blow
I know if ever I left you, I'd only miss you, though
Our love is in a place where there's no time or space
No time to waste on the outside of our defined [?] because of my mistakes
Sometimes we over-complicate or under-compensate
I try to keep it [?] but you've just got complacent
I say you know me and you told me to get out your face
But you should know you're [?]
And I'm proud to say I never just vanished without a trace
Who's countin'? Arguments is too many to calculate
Hollow is a sweet and sour taste but when it's good, it's great
Energy and chemistry gets out of symmetry but [?]

Oh, you can be good, baby, oh
We could be
All you do is complain
We could be
Oh, we could be good, baby, ye-yeah
We could be, we could be
But all you do is complain

I'm like Johann Sebastian, it's so high in the fashion
The slow mine, really showin' no signs of graspin'
Go find a caption to explain that you're tryin' [?]
Got my wife at home, jealous of my microphone
Tellin' me, she's really been missin' the smell of my cologne
That I'm too grown to be livin' this life of rock 'n' roll
That all attention is really startin' to take its toll
And not to mention I should try to take control
Instead of breakin' and takin' her where she hates to go
I know it's because of that memory she cringes
The door was off the hinges, the curtain shredded to fringes
It's crazy seein' the same image through different lenses
I'd like to say the price you pay shouldn't be that expense
If somethin' isn't right, this is making you apprehensive
But time is workin' with us, not against us
And we can be

Oh, you can be good, baby, oh
We could be
All you do is complain
We could be
Oh, we could be good, baby, ye-yeah
We could be, we could be
But all you do is complain

We both go on feel but we ain't gotta fight
You can be real fucked tryin' to be right
You can be straight with me, not to tell lies
Easy as cake, baby, we could be pie
Instead of us trippin', you flippin' all night
We could be chippin', jumpin' on flights
And we should just listen
We gon disagree, shit, maybe we different

Oh, you can be good, baby, oh
We could be
All you do is complain
We could be, we could be
Oh, we could be good, baby, ye-yeah
We could be, we could be
But all you do is complain

My soul can, will see your soul, you know what I mean?
Spirits or no spirits and our spirits agree

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