Good Times - The Hit Crew

I woke up on a Wednesday morning, with a hangover that quaked my brain

Smoked cigarettes to keep me sane

I know I’ll be alright

I pushed my covers down with stubborn force

And stumbled out of bed

Disregarding insufficient might

I know I’ll be alright

It seems like everyone I know is letting go almost every night these days

As the days roll on I wonder what will justify our obstructive ways

The good times make the bad times worth our time

Got spiffied up and brewed a cup, my morning remedy like down the hatch.

Preparation for another day

I know I’ll be alright

Hopped in my automobile and kicked her out

Then I took the wheel

Headed downtown to grab a meal

I know I’ll be alright

It seems like everyone I know is letting go almost every night these days

As the days roll on I wonder what will justify our obstructive ways

The good times make the bad times worth our time

I called up all my friends that night

There’s something going down my way

Bring all the fun you can

I know we’ll be alright

We ranted, rambled carelessly

Until we fell asleep alone

It gets more fun with every dose

I know we’ll be alright

It seems like everyone I know is letting go almost every night these days

As the days roll on I wonder what will justify our obstructive ways

The good times make the bad times worth our time

I woke up on a Thursday morning, with a hangover that quaked my brain

Smoked cigarettes to keep me sane

I know I’ll be alright