Stereo miracle
That's the hardest shit you can do is express yourself
And like, like, to me that was the best
I always wanted to be a supermodel
Good nights in my mind, groupies bangin' my line
Not really my type, but I still might slide
Too soon, I spoke, you be heavy on my mind
Can you get the f*ck out? Can't even f*ck now
Without thinkin' 'bout you
So how I'm supposed to move on?
I just wanna empty my clip (pop, pop)
Shit is impossible, we were inseparable, f*ck
I need a stripper butt all on my G-star RAWs (damn, son)
What? I can't even smoke no more, I get too paranoid
F*ck it, I'm back on them Xanny bars 'til I feel paralyzed
I just wanna sleep sound, or I need a rebound
Or I need some big ol' titties in my mouth
Or I need to chill the f*ck out, I don't know
Don't even know anything anymore
I need a distraction, I need some action
Need to get up off my ass, need to rekindle my passion
I gotta handle my shit, uh, she got her hand on my dick
She don't know I'm still in love with my ex, I can't connect
With the love of the good nights
Good nights, I don't know
Good nights
Even like, any time like, I would just go on like, a studio binge
That's all I saw, was like, you were trying to get away from something
You were trying to put your mind at ea- like, into something
So you didn't have to think about some- whatever it was
That drove you crazy
Good Nights Video (MV)
Performed By: Zacari
Length: 2:10
Written by: Carlos Munoz, Carter Lang, Christopher Ruelas, Jacob Collier, Solana I. Rowe
Zacari - Good Nights Lyrics
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Stereo miracle
That's the hardest shit you can do is express yourself
And like, like, to me that was the best
I always wanted to be a supermodel
Good nights in my mind, groupies bangin' my line
Not really my type, but I still might slide
Too soon, I spoke, you be heavy on my mind
Can you get the f*ck out? Can't even f*ck now
Without thinkin' 'bout you
So how I'm supposed to move on?
I just wanna empty my clip (pop, pop)
Shit is impossible, we were inseparable, f*ck
I need a stripper butt all on my G-star RAWs (damn, son)
What? I can't even smoke no more, I get too paranoid
F*ck it, I'm back on them Xanny bars 'til I feel paralyzed
I just wanna sleep sound, or I need a rebound
Or I need some big ol' titties in my mouth
Or I need to chill the f*ck out, I don't know
Don't even know anything anymore
I need a distraction, I need some action
Need to get up off my ass, need to rekindle my passion
I gotta handle my shit, uh, she got her hand on my dick
She don't know I'm still in love with my ex, I can't connect
With the love of the good nights
Good nights, I don't know
Good nights
Even like, any time like, I would just go on like, a studio binge
That's all I saw, was like, you were trying to get away from something
You were trying to put your mind at ea- like, into something
So you didn't have to think about some- whatever it was
That drove you crazy
That's the hardest shit you can do is express yourself
And like, like, to me that was the best
I always wanted to be a supermodel
Good nights in my mind, groupies bangin' my line
Not really my type, but I still might slide
Too soon, I spoke, you be heavy on my mind
Can you get the f*ck out? Can't even f*ck now
Without thinkin' 'bout you
So how I'm supposed to move on?
I just wanna empty my clip (pop, pop)
Shit is impossible, we were inseparable, f*ck
I need a stripper butt all on my G-star RAWs (damn, son)
What? I can't even smoke no more, I get too paranoid
F*ck it, I'm back on them Xanny bars 'til I feel paralyzed
I just wanna sleep sound, or I need a rebound
Or I need some big ol' titties in my mouth
Or I need to chill the f*ck out, I don't know
Don't even know anything anymore
I need a distraction, I need some action
Need to get up off my ass, need to rekindle my passion
I gotta handle my shit, uh, she got her hand on my dick
She don't know I'm still in love with my ex, I can't connect
With the love of the good nights
Good nights, I don't know
Good nights
Even like, any time like, I would just go on like, a studio binge
That's all I saw, was like, you were trying to get away from something
You were trying to put your mind at ea- like, into something
So you didn't have to think about some- whatever it was
That drove you crazy
Writer: Carlos Munoz, Carter Lang, Christopher Ruelas, Jacob Collier, Solana I. Rowe
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.