Lyrics YouGood? - Travis Thompson

Is you good?
Is you good?
Is you good?
Is you good? (is you good?)
Uhh
The baby sit up on the throne and let his feet dangle
I let a rapper feed me grapes, and fan from each angle
I like to burn a ounce and tell his girl my feet is sore
I raid the fridge and ask my mama what she weeping for
Said I ain't the same lately
Hide my pain, assess my brain lately
Blowing on the dank heavy, wasting hella time faded
Don't take much to knock me off my path
I get high before I leave 'cause all the small talk and fake apps
And all the "where you beens?",
The "where you froms?", the "oh, I know your dad!"
The Daybreak Star and Zippy Burger, mini van was packed
We were sleeping on trampolines, now I'm double-bouncing my bank
Word from the wise, these rappers is not as real as you think
I know a couple from this city
Play my friend, and now they talking sh*t
God forbid we happy for somebody else accomplishments, but
I been solid since orange slices at halftime
District hitting my dad's line: "can you come pick up Trav?"
I'm not well, but I'm straight, hey
Schlopped up in my cool, heh
Everyday for the same
It's a symptom of the sickness that I'm getting like every week
The reason why nobody from my neighborhood ever see, ayy
More than they daddy did, but I want the Caddy Ten
I want establishments, f*ck it: I want the baddest b*tch
Almost signed for like sixty, but my pockets ain't having it
Almost signed to a rapper, but I remember not having sh*t
And if I was f*cking good then, ayy
Then I'm good now, ayy
Used to walk face-down, take a look now, ayy
Tell 'em this sh*t ain't no gamble
On the up, and I'm passing where everybody expected
There's just one question to ask him
Like, is you good?
Yeah, I'm straight
Like the look, love the tape
Say: if you could, where would you be?
Yeah
Say: you can tell me, ain't no one say
Is you good?
Yeah, I'm paid, uhh
They like the look, ayy
Nothing to say -- say, say
If you could, where would you be?
Yeah
Say: you can tell me, yeah
What would you chase?
I don't know sh*t about sh*t, ayy
So don't come around looking for an explanation, baby
I don't know sh*t about sh*t, ayy
And imma keep it that way 'cause I love the way you looking at me
I don't know sh*t about sh*t, ayy
So don't come around looking for an explanation, baby
I don't know sh*t about sh*t, ayy
And imma keep it that way 'cause I love the way you looking at me
(Is you good?)
I don't know sh*t about sh*t, ayy
So don't come around looking for an explanation, baby
(Is you good?)
I don't know sh*t about sh*t, ayy
And imma keep it that way 'cause I love the way you looking at me
(Is you good?)
I don't know sh*t about sh*t, ayy
So don't come around looking for an explanation, baby
(Is you good?)
I don't know sh*t about sh*t, ayy
And imma keep it that way 'cause I love the way you looking at me
Know what I'm saying, you got both parents that love you
Know what I'm saying, you got your sister,
You got your girl, you got all your homies (is you good?)
Know what I'm saying, I've been thinking about sh*t like that!
I'm like: yo...
F*ck I got to complain about?
Hahaha (is you good?)
Know what I'm saying,
It's just because I'm having a little anxiety here and there
-- it doesn't mean sh*t, you know what I'm saying? (is you good?)
You know he sound like a pus*y,
I be in bed stressed like the f*ck is he doing?
Ain't got nothing goin',
Like what--who's hurting you? You feel me? (is you good?)
Yeah...
I mean
...I've been stressed out too, I'm like
Man, I be stressed
Yeah, but you gotta make it, you know? You have no choice
(Is you good?)
That's how I see it: I gotta make it, I have no choice
I came home the other day (is you good?
)And asked my mama for something and
She was like stressing me the f*ck out
She was like, "you don't look good",
"You look like stressed, tired" (is you good?)
And I was like, yo: I'm not good
Like, f*ck you mean? Like...
I was like "f*ck this sh*t" 'cause I
Was like: sh*t's weak, guys (is you good?)
Like, I'm stressed
Yeah, I said I'm not having fun no more,
I'm just tryina do this sh*t - duh, duh, duh, dah (is you good?)
And she was just like, "why?"
And she really was just asking me "why"
And I stopped her, and I was like: you right *chuckle*
(Is you good?)
I was like: you right, the f*ck am I complaining about?
You know what I mean, like
What do I got to complain about?
Exactly
Sh*t is beautiful