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[Verse 1: Fashawn] Tell me, what means the world to you? Your spouse, or your house with the gorgeous view? Is it the sand white and the water blue? But your priorities are out of order, true? (You've got a good thing) In an empty pursuit of profit and respect Preoccupied, you collect more problems to neglect Evidently a success, and obviously depressed But the drama, the stress, it's probably for the best But will we all start realizing that we are blessed? Excess expectations we accept Let's make a bet, homie You stay in debt, don't ya? You take an L while your lady takes the rest Enough is never enough, we want everything Like every baby mama want a wedding ring While you're stuck on this planet Focus on what's important And try to take nothing for granted [Hook] And it's all good (You've got a good thing) Till it goes bad, till it goes bad And it's all good (You've got a good thing) Till it goes bad, till it goes bad Songtexte[Verse 2: Aloe Blacc] What can I say? Good thing was my good thing Need a dollar, got a dollar Move out the hood thing Goodbye 12th Street and Hoover, we won't miss you Now sirens and gangbanging teens ain't the issue Papa's got a new bag to be concerning with Like how my piece of the pie look when the earning's split Season it with sugar and spice Cause the good things I have in my life's the butterfly in the belly of my wife Same time, make lightning strike twice Thunder shake me up One hit wonder, while the world screaming "Wake Me Up" But I'ma sleep just a little bit longer Every night my daydreams get a little bit stronger Every day my nightmare's worst fears subside Three years in the making, let me swallow some pride Got another good thing for ya When you hear it, hopefully it's gonna lift your spirit [Hook] [Verse 3: Choosey] We got simple needs and complicated means [?] rhyming in the pot again and probably all week [?] your head in gift bags, say grace before you eat A couple blocks down they pouring gravy on they feast I had a complex about my family tree My apartment complex full of convicts and fiends Drug dealing, gun fire right across the street We stuck inside the crib, drop and duck when them guns ring We're dysfunctional, fussing over dumb things Mum and Pops fighting really just because we [?] Ended up in county, we ain't seen him in a month, see? I used to dwell on that until I felt bad Took a look around and felt blessed to understand that We ain't had the wealth still we had a present dad Through the struggle that's a good thing to have It's all good.. [Hook] [Outro] Aus Songtexte Mania