The good news is I'm still alive
Bad news is that I gotta keep living
I gotta go to work and eat dinner
And ponder how to get the ink dripping
Meanwhile, every scale's tipping on my shoulder
I want to keep sitting doing jack, but I received a mission
Keep on when it's hard to keep with it
Even when all my teeth spill
When I think about each pill
I wrap myself in the universe and I prep myself for the think drill
Dreams of a house on a pink hill; dahlias growing in tandem
The world might not give me that answer
For this shit, I don't have a stand-in
And plus my understudy would hate me
Still rewriting every day
Seems like this play might never end
Can't tell the cast to stop engaging
Made every prop myself just to prop myself up, and it still won't work
When that curtain opens, Ima still be dressed up naked under my shirt
Is this thing interesting to anyone?
Am I doing anyone a service?
The audience left, but I'm performing to the beat of finding my purpose
So the good news is I'm still alive
Bad news is that I gotta keep living
I gotta go to work and eat dinner
And ponder how to get the ink dripping
Sometimes I feel like I'm dying inside
Wake up and I'm in Linscheid
boy march - good news + bad news Lyrics
boy march - good news + bad news Lyrics
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The good news is I'm still alive
Bad news is that I gotta keep living
I gotta go to work and eat dinner
And ponder how to get the ink dripping
Meanwhile, every scale's tipping on my shoulder
I want to keep sitting doing jack, but I received a mission
Keep on when it's hard to keep with it
Even when all my teeth spill
When I think about each pill
I wrap myself in the universe and I prep myself for the think drill
Dreams of a house on a pink hill; dahlias growing in tandem
The world might not give me that answer
For this shit, I don't have a stand-in
And plus my understudy would hate me
Still rewriting every day
Seems like this play might never end
Can't tell the cast to stop engaging
Made every prop myself just to prop myself up, and it still won't work
When that curtain opens, Ima still be dressed up naked under my shirt
Is this thing interesting to anyone?
Am I doing anyone a service?
The audience left, but I'm performing to the beat of finding my purpose
So the good news is I'm still alive
Bad news is that I gotta keep living
I gotta go to work and eat dinner
And ponder how to get the ink dripping
Sometimes I feel like I'm dying inside
Wake up and I'm in Linscheid
Bad news is that I gotta keep living
I gotta go to work and eat dinner
And ponder how to get the ink dripping
Meanwhile, every scale's tipping on my shoulder
I want to keep sitting doing jack, but I received a mission
Keep on when it's hard to keep with it
Even when all my teeth spill
When I think about each pill
I wrap myself in the universe and I prep myself for the think drill
Dreams of a house on a pink hill; dahlias growing in tandem
The world might not give me that answer
For this shit, I don't have a stand-in
And plus my understudy would hate me
Still rewriting every day
Seems like this play might never end
Can't tell the cast to stop engaging
Made every prop myself just to prop myself up, and it still won't work
When that curtain opens, Ima still be dressed up naked under my shirt
Is this thing interesting to anyone?
Am I doing anyone a service?
The audience left, but I'm performing to the beat of finding my purpose
So the good news is I'm still alive
Bad news is that I gotta keep living
I gotta go to work and eat dinner
And ponder how to get the ink dripping
Sometimes I feel like I'm dying inside
Wake up and I'm in Linscheid
Writer: Levi Hinson
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