paroles de chanson 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
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