It's a Good Thing - Fashawn, Aloe Blacc, Choosey

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

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

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

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.