Lyrics Nate Good – R.!.P

Ay yeah
I had a good thing going with a bad thing
But you see the sad thing she just couldn’t see
You got in my bed, you got in my head

You’ve been rippin’ hearts to pieces baby rest in peace yeah (uh huh)
You’ve got that sugar but it’s nothin’ sweet yeah (uh huh)
I mean your looks could really kill ’em dead
I hate to see the way those comments goin’ to your head
You hate to hear it but it’s better to hear it from a friend
I type it out a hundred ways and have trouble pressing send
I hate to break it to you hate to break it to you but I got to
Let’s be honest there ain’t nothing I could say to stop you
He ain’t thinking long term he just want to pop you
Drop in for a minute then he drops you
Fake as fuck he walks in in a costume
Daddy’s girl just can’t remember what he taught you
You went Hollywood, you went Hollywood
Knew you probably would, knew you probably would
Girl that body good, girl that body good
Said I never would again but girl, I probably would, probably would

I had a good thing going with a bad thing
But you see the sad thing she just couldn’t see
You got in my bed you got in my head
Take back what I said baby RIP

I had a dumb thing (mmm) with a tongue ring (mmm)
And she thought we were meant to be (meant to be)
I’d be lyin’ if I said I never told her that I love her but I wasn’t even twenty-three (twenty-three)
I used to hit her up and tell her I got a little bottle, mmm
And a little bit of bud (bit of bud)
Come and stay with me tonight we’ll talk about it all tomorrow, mmm
Then I tell her that we’re done
Yeah I fucked up (fucked up)
I done been an asshole (asshole)
They can’t seem to let go of the past though (past though)
Turning all my lyrics into cash flow (cash flow)
I might hit Rodeo with a lasso, mmm
If it go around then it come around (come around)
Boy I used to give them hoes the runaround (runaround)
Rolling through the city like a pair of dice (pair of dice)
She said Nate I hope you rest in paradise
That wasn’t very nice but I deserve it
That’s why I’ve been making music with a purpose
I’ve been falling like I’m trimming up the turnips
She said if you didn’t know you better learn that
Boy don’t go Hollywood, don’t go Hollywood (na na)
Know you probably would, know you probably would (na na)
Boy you got it good, boy you got it good (na na)
Said you never would again but boy, you probably would, probably would

I had a good thing going with a bad thing
But you see the sad thing she just couldn’t see
You got in my bed you got in my head
Take back what I said baby RIP
Baby RIP
I’m yellin’ RIP
Baby RIP
Baby RIP