Good Nights

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 fuck out? Can't even fuck 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, fuck
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
Fuck 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 fuck 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