[Chorus: Andy Mineo]
Goin'
Goin'
Would you still be good to me?
Goin'
Could you still be good to me?
Goin'
Would you still be–?
[Verse 1: Andy Mineo]
Yeah, this one for donuts, this one for all the grownups
I keep my cards close '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 Hatfield
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 Del collect the addresses of anyone who ever hated
Went to Hallmark, bought all the cards that said "Congratulations"
Waitin' 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 don'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
Goin'
Goin'
Would you still be good to me?
Goin'
Could you still be good to me?
Goin'
Would you still be–?
[Verse 1: Andy Mineo]
Yeah, this one for donuts, this one for all the grownups
I keep my cards close '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 Hatfield
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 Del collect the addresses of anyone who ever hated
Went to Hallmark, bought all the cards that said "Congratulations"
Waitin' 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 don'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
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