Gods of the Good Shit

Facing New York

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I said to myself, hey man, you need some time on your own Get out on the road and chase the ones you couldn’t get before But then you walked in I prayed to the gods, you know I owe you each a jack and coke You led me to her but now I’m scared I’m gonna mess it up Trying to sound smarter than I am, let this spinning wheel get out of hand And I don’t want to tell you You make comets collide in my chest And I way overthink how I’m dressed Yes I prayed to the gods of the good shit and they led me to you Maybe we could get up on the weekends Maybe you could hit me when you’re free next 'Cause I ain’t gonna tell you You make comets collide in my chest And I way overthink how I’m dressed Yes I prayed to the gods of the good shit and they led me to you