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Jackson 5 Good Times

good times, baby) (Good times) Good times (The good times, baby) Yes (Good times) The good times (The good times, baby) Yeah (Good times) (The good times

rock" (X4) Verse 2: I need me some new socks, I need me some new drawers I draws attention, like a letter to a sargent Theres A Few Good MC's the

make your bed rock (Lil Wayne) She got the good good She Michael Jackson bad I'm attracted to her But her attractive ass But now were murders Cause we kill time

work, move your ass, go berserk Eat your salad, no dessert, get that man you deserve Okay, okay, okay, that's very good I appreciate ya time I want

Cause I'm the type of man that never turn a woman away Think of this as an invitation Your heart to mine in a conversation So when things get to much to bare like The Jackson 5

what this is And if I ain't good looking, you can bet my bitch is I done made it off Apple Street like it was 2300 Jackson Street Young Money, can't

-thuggin? mean nothin? Women dream I'm your husband, I'm Alex Pushkin The black poetry-writin? Russian, I?s disgustin? I started bling, how could you question my direction Or my time

school, like Mary Jane's Boston baked beans and candy canes Exchange a look on the number two train Run, catch, kiss, sunshine or rain Jackson 5, good times

on, (flalaflflclkmm come on)x4 Let's take a walk through the deepest part of the hood, I wanna know who it was that said it was all good, He musta