Lyrics Yelawolf – Good Love
Text:
Just another lonely night stuck in this hotel
The hallways quiet and the lobby is so empty
Broke that seal in the mini bar in my room
Looking for a lady to come spend time with me
I can’t lie girl, I am so impressed
Come show me how you get into your zone
See you in an hour, here’s my hotel address
She brought a bottle of Jack D, oh my
Now that’s one less thing I gotta go buy
She got a leather jacket and a t-shirt
She got cowboy boots and a mini skirt
She rolls up, asks do I mind
Baby I don’t mind if you get high
Let’s drink and smoke, yeah, that’s alright
And tear this room apart all night
Ohhhh, she got the good love
Ohhhh, she got the good love
No more leather jacket or a t-shirt
No more cowboy boots or a mini skirt
Ohhhh, she got the good love
She’s a Beretta, no, more like a Smith and Wesson
Pull a revolver, each bullet loaded with poison
Father, forgive your daughter, she came to me for the slaughter
I took no time for the second guess, I said yes and I oughta
Automatic, the heart’s erratic, I’m radical at the radest
And smashin’ that ass from the back and crackin’ the packaging of a prophylactic
Fuckin’ and suckin’, soakin’ up a mattress
I’m so in love with this moment, roll up the dope
And pack the bowl and fire it up
Freaky-deeky-leeky, these sheets are getting tied up
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put your feet higher
You can do ?
I’ll take you high up
I’m coming up out of a fuckin’ pigeon hole
So let’s get wicked and kick it and get a witness for a video
Give me a kiss up on your tippy toes
I’ll put your back on the wall
Make you feel like a natural woman
I’ve ?
it, she’s ?, I’m ?
until she cummin’
I teach what I preach, come meet the Chief for a sermon
Report back to your friends, give them a survey, a verdict
Give them a grade for the lay, but you ain’t gotta encourage
The purrin’ kitty cats, cuz if you give it, I give it back
I’m outta the city tomorrow, no need to get attached
Baby, my love is only skin deep
You keep a G, maybe when I come back
I’ll see you and be friendly
You got it bad, don’t ya baby?
You got it bad, for me
Ohhhh, she got the good love
Ohhhh, she got the good love
No more leather jacket or a t-shirt
No more cowboy boots or a mini skirt
Ohhhh, she got the good love
Album
Moby – Hotel
