Lyrics Big K.R.I.T.

Big K.R.I.T.

Good Enough

Life is funny ain't it

Cause I don't think this is my parents dream for me

Cheah

Lord I ain't cha best son

I ain't been to church in a while

But on that liquor I confess some

I missed a couple blessings wasn't ready

I was counting money

But I swear I'll catch the next one

I did some dirt to be the fresh one

I lost my friends over ends but I guess it's where I get it, huh

Chasing dreams that I can barely see

Shooting for the stars, when that's something I could never be

Maybe all the flash wasn't meant for me

Maybe I'm too real for this industry

I sit alone in this 4 corner room

Writing about life and how it goes to soon

Pimpin these broads fast cars and jewels

All in the blink of a eye I could lose

It's all good, love and pain

Somethangs I just can't change

I jsut can't change

I can't keep worrying bout the things in my life I can change

Dear Lord give me the strength to fight the evil in this game

Ooh I close my eyes and get down on my knees

Pray to the heavens protect my family

If I leave that's good enough for me

My girl think I'm no good

And she should

I ain't done much to make her thank different

Late night chicken chicks really wasn't effortless

I'm erasing messages so she ain't caguht me slippin

I never really knew how much I loved her till she gifted

Besides she ain't scared of lion tigers and bears

But she scared of being in love with me

How'd feel that I'll sleep with every broad on the road I see

Probably so-do I ride solo

On the mission for some mo doe

Ball hard to ease my mind

Tried to call her and she picked up

Said she really can't talk it ain't over but she need some time nah I'm a limpo

It ain't simple yeah I feel her

Says she got a friend a word is she really dig him

I'm dealing with the pain I lost her and I know it

I'm praying for the strength not to show it

Seems hopeless

I was just waiting on this moment in my grandmama kitchen

An artist from Mississippi like who a listening

I'm southernize countryfied no doubt

I hustle hard my slang bross so what now

Get it in by any means I said

Having dreams of a such things I bled

Sweat and tears poot and dro with beers

Liquor helps me think but I pay the toll in years

Women gloring, some were hores

They never feel avoid all I wanted was more

The company up under me was shady

Childhood friends turned enimies they hating

Alot of folk done made it to hell I know they waiting

For me to fall off and burn if I'm forsaken

We work as up and neck with it, Lord we knew better

It's hard to be broke and do better

Father forgive me

That's good enough for me (4x)