Good

Good - Kota the Friend Lyrics

Sunday morning I'm already drunk yeah

Strawberry mimosa add the rum ah

Smiling through the struggle like a real one

Hustle on the meal young

Going for the win

I ain't judging how nobody live nah

Running from my problems on the tour

They will never catch me nah

Ándale, ándale

I'm on holiday holiday ah ah

Gotta hop in this jets yeah

Gotta hop in this jets yeah

First class in my seat ah

All drinks on me yeah

Gotta hop in this lift ah

Gotta hop in this lift ah

Leg room in that Benz yeah

Getting up with my friends yeah

New day, new stage

Poison all in my Kool-aid

New girls

New Balance from the Kith store with my Dousset

New sun, new moon

New telly, new room

Do good, good ju ju

I do me, you do you like uh



I be in the crib turning up

In the cut, turning up, in the cut like ah

I be in the crib turning up

In the cut, laying low

What you want, what you want, what you want

Why you tryna kill the fun

What you want, what you want



We forever on the run

I don't trust a single soul

Everybody wanna jump

I think everything a joke

Pour that Henny in the cup like ah

Grinding cause my youngin gotta eat

Show my baby mama them receipts

I won't ever see defeat

Fourth quarter wipe the dirt up off my cleats ay

Hail mary that bitch ah

Hail mary that bitch yeah

Tell mama we good ah

Tell mama we rich yeah

Hail mary that bitch ah

Hail mary that bitch yeah

We just trying to do good ah

We ain't never had shit ah

We ain't never had shit



I be in the crib turning up

In the cut, turning up, in the cut like ah

I be in the crib turning up

In the cut, laying low

What you want, what you want, what you want



Smiling through the struggle like a real one

Hustle hustle on the million