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Good Stuff lyricsBeck
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Artist: Beck lyrics Title: Good Stuff |
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Lyrics to Good Stuff :Loser lyrics Girl lyrics Nausea lyrics Lost Cause lyrics Think I'm In Love lyrics Elevator Music lyrics Truck Driving' Neighbors Downstairs (Yellow Sweat) lyrics Where It's At lyrics No Complaints lyrics E-Pro lyrics
Last time, it was past my prime
I didn't know when or where, how or what the fuck?
But I took my cue, had no clue
Threw my beaut down the chute
In a minute, it was just a joke
Then my head went up in smoke
I was serious, complete design in my mind
Had no track to roll back to back
Last time, it was wicked clear
The scapegoat sign on the rise
Scrapin' the stars from God's ass
And lookin' like a janitor wrapped in fur
When the blues shot fierce
And pierced their ears
They grabbed their beers
And disappeared into a vacuum
When you're down with the high
Fingers in their thighs
And they got some
And they got to clap! Oh yeah!
Last time, it was past my prime
I didn't know when or where or what the fuck
But I took my cue, had no clue
And through my boot down the chute
For a minute, it was just a joke
And then my head went up in smoke
It was serious, complete design in my mind
Had no track to roll back to back
Yeah!
Fuckin up with the good stuff, keep my hands so tan
Fuckin up with the good stuff, keep my hands so tan
Good stuff! Fuckin up with the good stuff
Keep my hands so tan...
I didn't know when or where, how or what the fuck?
But I took my cue, had no clue
Threw my beaut down the chute
In a minute, it was just a joke
Then my head went up in smoke
I was serious, complete design in my mind
Had no track to roll back to back
Last time, it was wicked clear
The scapegoat sign on the rise
Scrapin' the stars from God's ass
And lookin' like a janitor wrapped in fur
When the blues shot fierce
And pierced their ears
They grabbed their beers
And disappeared into a vacuum
When you're down with the high
Fingers in their thighs
And they got some
And they got to clap! Oh yeah!
Last time, it was past my prime
I didn't know when or where or what the fuck
But I took my cue, had no clue
And through my boot down the chute
For a minute, it was just a joke
And then my head went up in smoke
It was serious, complete design in my mind
Had no track to roll back to back
Yeah!
Fuckin up with the good stuff, keep my hands so tan
Fuckin up with the good stuff, keep my hands so tan
Good stuff! Fuckin up with the good stuff
Keep my hands so tan...
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