Solange

Solange - Looks Good With Trouble lyrics

rate me

feat. Kendrick Lamar

Hey little heartache, skipping out of town

And let's stay out of trouble, you make it look good

Hey young heartache, you're looking kinda charming

Only caught the sack when nobody comes looking

Hey, little heartache, turn us on the highway

Let's get into trouble, you make it look good

Hey young lover, let's live on the Broadway

Take me to the bridge but be sure to come look

Hey young heartache, you're looking kinda charming

Only caught the sack when nobody comes looking

Hey, young lover, turn us on the highway

Let's get into trouble, you make it look good

And there ain't nobody loving me down

The way you make me go places I've never been

And the places I should’ve known

And there ain't nobody breaking me down

The way you make me go places I've never been

And the spaces that I should’ve known

Hey little heartache, won't you leave your mark

In corners of the dark where you make it look good?

We've taken this too far

But let me play the part where you should've stayed put

Hey, little heartache, turn us on the highway

Let's get into trouble, you make it look good

Hey young lover, let's live on the Broadway

Take me to the bridge but be sure to come look

Hey young heartache, you're looking kinda charming

Only caught the sack when nobody comes looking

Hey, young lover, turn us on the highway

Let's get into trouble, you make it look good

And there ain't nobody loving me down

The way you make me go places I've never been

And the places I should’ve known

And there ain't nobody breaking me down

The way you make me go places I've never been

And the spaces that I should’ve known

In the late week I was in London

I really wanna get into something

But it’s way too cold and I don't wanna feel that numbness

And I just had a show and I wanted you to go

But you had one too, I was wondering

Are the time gods on my side? If so, God, press that button

Stuck on a tall-ass bus, like 14 bunks and I can't even sleep

And I hate getting drunk so I don't got a cup

But I've got James Mason on repeat

I'm tryina stay on that good thing, you know?

Whatever song heaven would sing

You know? Broken up alphabets

How can I get this convo to stay comprehensive

When the service is never working

And the Wi-Fi is out of commission

And I'm not short with you on purpose

I'm a man of just few words

If you like to chat, then in fact

My job is to make sure you're heard

Ms. Chatty, I'm like one message from calling a taxi

Exactly, I'll catch a cold but as long as you match me

It's actually a troublesome world when you think about it

So admit it, we could both look good with it if you're the stylist

Hold up

They could, they could die, they could die, die

They could, they could die, they could die, die

You stay in that dank lounge, I'mma sit an decide

And P.S., the Olive Oils always love the Popeyes, I guess

I guess

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