Good To Me

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Alright, yo, oi

He's walking down the high street, high as hell

Said he hates drugs, just loves the smell

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Demons on his back so he never sleeps

He lost his mum young, he's stressed, it's only angels heaven keeps

He'd give it all up for a cuppa and a chat

But when the noise starts, who's got time for that?

And I feel for him, I do, he's like every other lad I knew

Matter of fact I ain't seen him since that day

But I'll always remember that one line that he used to say

Why does everything bad feel good to me?

I've got a cigarette packet from 93

I've got a cocaine habit I know they see

Why does everything that feel good to me?

Why does everything that feel good to me?

I've got a cigarette packet from 93

I've got cocaine habit, I know they see

Why is everything bad feel good to me?

Hey, well, yeah, yeah

She's walking through the local like she's globally known

She ain't afraid of nothing but home

Tougher than most the fellas here, that's for sure

Sometimes I see she craves more

Than a dead jobs she hates And blokes

She calls friends that aren't mates

Every night she waits for a reason

To leave She counts a hundred but she can quit like her mum did

The lights don't shine for her, they flash

The cars don't drive for her, they crash

And she loves it in a way

But I'll always remember that one line that she used to say

Why does everything bad feel good to me?

I've got a cigarette packet from 93

I've got a cocaine habit I know they see

Why does everything that feel good to me?

Why does everything that feel good to me?

I've got a cigarette packet from 93

I've got cocaine habit, I know they see

Why is everything bad feel good to me?