July Quin, Albany Andaluz - Good Bad Thing Lyrics

My heartbreaks no one taught me
I had learn myself
I'm tossed in all directions
Don't like the things I've found
It's lawless
It's beastly
It treat me so unkind
And it wants all that's mine
It make one heartless
Flirt with the reapers
It come for what it's owed
For half of what you sold it for
The image I have of you, so enticing
And I love the way you keep me at a distance
It sends me teleporting
Back into my body, checking in, check the inventory
Where does it hurt?
And how to mend the pain I've caused myself?
Caught up in reveries
An open heart after rolling stone
Even though I'm running from outstretched arms, too
Do we ever get tired of chasing each other
Chasing this feeling
Then running away?
I said
Do we ever get tired of hurting each other
Chasing this feeling
Then running away?
Always good for a real bad thing
Troublesome, bubble gum sweet
Till I take the keys off dash and I crash it
Only time I'm good with the skirts
I could do donuts in a hearse
Body after body like a Merc
Do dirt, you serve, I swerve, that pass
My words, don't verb, too burr
Desert them, dine and dash
Villainized mind
Couldn't set aside time
To develop or identify the reason for the cloak
But methodized crime
And incentivized guides
Couldn't jeopardize the blind and the feeling of their hope
We Jupiter, Jupiter
Stupid us, true colors
Stained by dirt, out the mud
Who's the judge, who's the plug?
Enlightened one
Buddha monk
Thunderbolt
Might morph
So much blues got the bloods
Bubblin' up, doublin' up
On the run by default
Glide the web
Peter Park
Shoot the heart
Bite the slug
Or the tongue
Like the cat
Curious, curious
What it's like, what it's like
To fall in love with the right
And not just cause it's the night
Neurosis
Nauseous
Cautious
Karma
Calling
Surely
Exhausted
Daunting
Logic
Rotten
Apple
City gon do you dirt
But you finna do you worse
If you don't come up off the past
And focus on more than the bag
Get you secure
Love you and stay reinforced
By people that keep your heart pure
God
It's lawless it's beastly
Always good for a real bad thing
It come for what it's owed
Always good for a real bad thing
(The image I have of you, so enticing)
Always good for a real bad thing
(And I love the way you keep me at a distance
It sends me teleporting)
(Back into my body, checking in, check the inventory)
(Where does it hurt?)
(And how to mend the pain I've caused myself?)
Always good for a real bad thing

My heartbreaks no one taught me
I had learn myself
I'm tossed in all directions
Don't like the things I've found
It's lawless
It's beastly
It treat me so unkind
And it wants all that's mine
It make one heartless
Flirt with the reapers
It come for what it's owed
For half of what you sold it for
The image I have of you, so enticing
And I love the way you keep me at a distance
It sends me teleporting
Back into my body, checking in, check the inventory
Where does it hurt?
And how to mend the pain I've caused myself?
Caught up in reveries
An open heart after rolling stone
Even though I'm running from outstretched arms, too
Do we ever get tired of chasing each other
Chasing this feeling
Then running away?
I said
Do we ever get tired of hurting each other
Chasing this feeling
Then running away?
Always good for a real bad thing
Troublesome, bubble gum sweet
Till I take the keys off dash and I crash it
Only time I'm good with the skirts
I could do donuts in a hearse
Body after body like a Merc
Do dirt, you serve, I swerve, that pass
My words, don't verb, too burr
Desert them, dine and dash
Villainized mind
Couldn't set aside time
To develop or identify the reason for the cloak
But methodized crime
And incentivized guides
Couldn't jeopardize the blind and the feeling of their hope
We Jupiter, Jupiter
Stupid us, true colors
Stained by dirt, out the mud
Who's the judge, who's the plug?
Enlightened one
Buddha monk
Thunderbolt
Might morph
So much blues got the bloods
Bubblin' up, doublin' up
On the run by default
Glide the web
Peter Park
Shoot the heart
Bite the slug
Or the tongue
Like the cat
Curious, curious
What it's like, what it's like
To fall in love with the right
And not just cause it's the night
Neurosis
Nauseous
Cautious
Karma
Calling
Surely
Exhausted
Daunting
Logic
Rotten
Apple
City gon do you dirt
But you finna do you worse
If you don't come up off the past
And focus on more than the bag
Get you secure
Love you and stay reinforced
By people that keep your heart pure
God
It's lawless it's beastly
Always good for a real bad thing
It come for what it's owed
Always good for a real bad thing
(The image I have of you, so enticing)
Always good for a real bad thing
(And I love the way you keep me at a distance
It sends me teleporting)
(Back into my body, checking in, check the inventory)
(Where does it hurt?)
(And how to mend the pain I've caused myself?)
Always good for a real bad thing