The Good Husbands

The Good Husbands - Utopian House Party lyrics

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Nothing wrong with the head and the beat soft

Tip a glass and I sing slow

Forgone, let the feeling just fall a slide

Riding out in the morning light

She said oh, don’t change that pace, darling

I won’t be waiting around

Said it’s better than most, drop top ride

Let me carry that now

Talk in that perfect day

I woke up easy at a quarter to noon

Left love in the bed, thinking what did I do

Last thing I recall we were under the moon

I’mma take all day making it up to you

Hot plan, now they calling us at twelve, man

Swimming that good, I’m feeling like I’m Phelps, man

Red cups, OJ and Chardonnay and my ring is … smoke some OJ

I’m talking eight, get some green on the reel up

I t off some fools, ain’t it be awful

I’m a prow with the flow when I go to bed

And you know why I rap like a profilax

Turn the cut out, motherfucker, what up

Shrooms at a high altitude, yeah, one up

Grinding till the sun up, talking Lou, slip a tale, shut up

This is what we do, when we done up

Just about perfect

Said it’s better than most, drop top ride

Let me carry that now

Talk in that perfect day

So far, so good, we got hot color beam

Follow like sheep or did you follow your dreams?

I’m hovering, eating beats for supper

And they discovering, RV can die, we on some other shit

What you know about dropping out of college

If you don’t follow your heart and happiness isn’t promised

I’m 24 going beat smoke, washing the zone

Now listen hoe, one dollar bill as we washing it wrong

Let’s go

Forgone, let the feeling just fall a slide

Riding out in the morning light

She said oh, don’t change that pace, darling

I won’t be waiting around

Said it’s better than most, drop top ride

Let me carry that now

Talk in that perfect day

You got a couple things on a list

Boy bring back rain like things from a mist

Damn, there’s more to this and rock picked the scissors

Taking chances homie ‘cause God could quit us

Crab could eat us, in the belly of a monster

See, tell ‘em I’m wrong, bitch, think I’m mind blown

In my arms the monster, that I wanna spend my whole time at the concert

That will make you wanna pay your fucking parking ticket

That will make you … and your jeans ripped

Thought you said you realer, son, took a wide chest bomb

Then my heels spelled way like the base for bumping

I go on, hard, get pumped, we running in

On the dance floor emulating the running man

What’s up with them? I’m cooking up a scramble like cutting ham

The whole day perfect just tossing a nerve like

Said it’s better than most, drop top ride

Let me carry that now

Talk in that perfect day

Come on baby, move with it, move with it

Come on baby, move with it, move with it

Come on baby, move with it, move with it

Come on baby, move with it, move with it

Come on baby, move with it, move with it

Come on baby, move with it, move with it

Come on baby, move with it, move with it

Come on baby, move with it, move with it

Forgone, let the feeling just fall a slide

Riding out in the morning light

She said oh, don’t change that pace, darling

I won’t be waiting around

Said it’s better than most, drop top ride

Let me carry that now

Talk in that perfect day

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