Lyrics Good News - Clutch Castro

I cannot please em all the way they want forreal (fuck it)
But I still give em all the things they want from me (from me)
I cannot please em all the way they want forreal (fuck it)
But I still give em all the things they want from me (from me)

I'm standing all alone up in these streets
All alone up in these streets
I'm seeing all the stars they gleaming down on me (On me)
This life I gotta see it thru wit ease
I'm on my knees
I'm hearing all my angels calling when I cannot breathe

Was it hope that they was tryna find the peace
Was it not what they aspire to be
Blind to reasons
I just been tryna find my wings and shoot

I cannot please em all the way they want forreal (fuck it)
But I still give em all the things they want from me (from me)
I cannot please em all the way they want forreal (fuck it)
But I still give em all the things they want from me (from me)

Could you tell that it was my time
Or was you blind to the signs
I been riding on mines

Riding with the lefts I could never get right
And you always on time
I be running on flights
Flights overseas, I been smoking big trees
Got me falling asleep
They been counting on me, yea yea

Got it on me
Got the Swiss cheese on me
Got that Gelat on me
I been smoking in the breeze

Was it meaningful advice
It was trifling at times
I just took to the moon
In hopes I'm consumed
It's gone show me the truth
And all the good news
All I want is good news

I cannot please em all the way they want forreal (fuck it)
But I still give em all the things they want from me (from me)
I cannot please em all the way they want forreal (fuck it)
But I still give em all the things they want from me (from me)

All I want is good news
Yea, yea yea
All I want is good news
Yea yea
All I want is good news