lie 'Cos I know that Good times, good times are coming Just keep on going You say we never gonna make it I'll prove you're wrong Good times, good times coming
for it All through the good times When you tried to ignore it You hesitate It's come too late You hear the sound Of when wheels engage When the rain comes
you know that we all get those days? No-one can escape, Now?s the time to free your mind, Throw the dice and let the good times roll, Time to control
My mind goes back to a time that wasn't long ago Your confirmation of love for me you captured my soul, would made me feel whole What we got is good
like legends nigga Like I'll make you famous motherfucker I'm talkin about Newsweek and Time Magazine and all that ol good shit My niggas make the
forever Or just sit tight and wait She said I was unprincipled That I was not the first Like the Phoenix coming back From the ashes, uh-huh I know what's good
to fix up neatly Set it off and not too late Saw the light and walked towards it I'm the master of my fate (yo beverley) Coming up just wasn't easy It
to fix up neatly Set it off and not too late Saw the light and walked towards it I'm the master of my fate (yo Beverley) Coming up just wasn't easy It
dirty names, you better think twice Gettin' light outside, the temperature dropped I think the rain has stopped I'm gonna make you come to grips with fate
from Let the dead bury the dead. Your time will come Let hot iron blow as he raised the shade Well, there ain't no goin' back when your foot of pride come
, oh won't you come a little closer I promise pretty darling, I didn't know what I was saying And now I'm praying that you won't say it's over Come here
the last time I'll say goodbye God willing, I'll see you on the other side It's the last time I'll put my arms around you The last time I'll look into
Listen good and listen straight, you're not the master of your fate To this you must be reconciled, you'll always be your father's child At times acclaimed
Don't look back The time has come All the pain turns into love We're not submissive, we're not aggressive But they think we can't defend Stand up, join
good and listen straight You're not the master of your fate To this you must be reconciled You'll always be your father's child At times acclaimed, at
that I liked I'd fly to Diggory's room and look in his window See how much gel is in his hair I bet he combs it one hundred times a day Then I'd fly