Shaboozey - Good News

Now what a hell of a year it's been, keep on the marchers daily, drown my songs, but they learn to swim, they want to hell of a year it's been, heading about to pull my heart in the case, heads getting harder than it makes, places on the tiny mighty, for the man at the bar, confessing his sins. All I ever need is a little kind of news, love keeps knocking, but it just they fall, haven't taken no flowers for the season, I'm so, it's sake is dark on where you're coming out, though, still looking for the right thing in the maros, I be in the wrong, I need some furloughs, send this tip to no coach, nobody knows what I'm going through, they take that away, walk my shoes, waste someone's hurt, me, living this like a pillow, me, trying to get away from me, oh me, still is not singing me through, oh, I already mean isn't it a good news, my mother is crying Run me so good, no, no, send me a sip and long call to truth Nobody knows what I'm calling through, that the devil wouldn't walk in my fruit Wish someone saw me living this like a pillow, no need Trying to get away from me, all of me still searching in these rooms All I really need is a little good news All I really need is a little Something made me bad to the middle All I really need is a little good news I really need a little good news