Lyrics Donuts - Christon Gray , Andy Mineo
Going
Going
Would
you
still
be
good
to
me?
Going
Could
you
still
be
good
to
me?
Going
Would
you
still
be?
Yeah,
this
one
for
donuts
This
one
for
all
the
grownups
I
keep
my
cards
closed
'Cause
I
don't
deal
with
jokers
Man,
I'm
sick
of
bein'
dope,
but
why
they
hardly
notice?
And
these
the
joints
that
never
sell
But
yo,
they
still
the
coldest,
ha
This
feel
like
Philly,
a
steak
down
at
Ishkabibble
The
things
I
scribble
make
you
think
a
little
They
tell
me
to
choose
a
side
But
I
decided
to
pick
the
middle
I
can
handle
that,
and
yo,
the
kid
could
dribble
An
over-thinker,
with
the
ink
I'm
like
tinker
Hat
filled
at
will,
design
rhymes
in
20
years
You
tryna
think
of
mind
over
mattress
Blinded
by
the
fatness
It's
hard
to
live
righteous
But
I'm
tryna
practice
And
me
and
Joe
collect
the
addresses
of
anyone
who
ever
hated
Went
to
Hallmark,
bought
all
the
cards
that
said
"Congratulations"
Waiting
for
the
day
to
pay
myself
To
mail
these
cards
out,
they
all
say
"You
played
yourself"
That's
so
petty
My
wife
said
I
need
a
mani
I
been
nervous,
bitin'
my
nails
'Cause,
look,
I
ain't
got
no
plan
B
I
remind
myself
that
my
worth
is
not
in
sales
His
purpose
gotta
prevail,
we
planted
a
church
Inhale
happy
thoughts,
exhale
negativity
With
this
Macintosh,
I
make
apple
sauce
Better
believe
it
See,
in
this
life
there's
only
three
things
that
you
can
depend
on:
That's
death,
taxes,
and
Jesus,
they
all
get
you
Aye,
and
yeah,
they
all
get
you
Going
Would
you
still
be
good
to
me?
Going
Would
you
still
be
good
to
me?
Going
Big
breath
This
one's
for
donuts,
a
sweetness
anyone
can
taste
Words
from
Uncle
Tay
Your
relative
is
crunk
and
drunken
at
your
function
With
a
Krispy
Kreme
or
a
Dunkin'
Singin'
through
a
Telefunken
And
spelunking
through
the
sunken
place
For
16
bars,
been
sick
and
got
discharged
Rap
was
a
wrap
like
a
Swiss
wrist
watch
He
ain't
looking
like
a
weird
mishmash
in
freaks
and
geeks
Then
I
don't
understand,
damn,
am
I
this
washed?
But
this
get
part–till
the
low
flow
still
flawless
And
so
lawless,
I'll
prolly
get
this
bar
Signed
seal,
get
a
notary
Wait
till
they
get
a
load
of
me
My
peeps
who
molding
me
could
never
see
this
far
Your
boy
made
it
out
of
Fraggle
Rock
to
Iron
Man
and
Ragnarok
And
4K
HD
straight
off
the
Magnavox
Not
to
be
a
chatterbox
Just
in
my
bag
handing
out
some
bars
in
the
real
world
All
y'all
co-stars
is
folk
bars
They
the
laws
in
the
real
girl
Manufactured
affection
for
a
plastic
connection
But
my
selection
slow
and
low
like
brisket
Get
a
plate,
sop
it
up
with
a
biscuit
On
the
couch,
toes
out,
with
your
spouse
Watch
her,
lovin'
the
lipstick
Took
it
low,
bring
the
soul,
and
the
mischief
And
we
do
it
like
this,
one
time
Going
Yes
sir
Would
you
still
be
good
to
me?
Going
Be
good
to
me,
baby
Would
you
still
be
good
to
me?
Going
But
could
you
still
be
good
to
me
When
I
don't
even
know
where
I'm
going?
But
could
you
still
be
good
to
me
When
I
don't
even
know
where
I'm
going?
Would
you
still
be
good
to
me?
Going
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