A Good Day 2 B the Bad Guy - Izzy Strange, Red Pill, Tahlyn

It’s cut throat, no hope and no winter coat

I’ve been feeling guilty

Since the murder she wrote

The resins making coughs filthy

Probably won’t die from the smoke

But if I don’t keep building

Then I’m bound to stay broke (nope)

Trial and error

Causing a terror

Picking a fight with the man in the mirror

Mimicking life

I’m the only one here

Dimming the lights

So it ain’t as severe

Give me the go

If I’m all in the clear

Went without looking

Now i’m ending careers

Spending these years looking for bliss

I must’ve missed or it don’t exist

I got all the symptoms of a human

And i’m dressed to ball

I just don’t know what I am doing

Like the rest of y’all

You can take the test in trusted falls

But you’ll never be picked up by a know it all

Verse 2 (Red Pill)

Theres no instruction book to life

I can’t be tested on

I find that peace can be impossible

With weapons drawn

The ground beneath me

Is the only rock I rested on

I never worry about the things i love

Unless they’re gone

And that’s my problem with life

Still haven’t gotten it right

Too many puzzles to solve

And not an option in sight

You tend to start with the corners

Self conscious barking out orders

Follow that trail from behind

I need to start pushing forward

Cause when it all comes back around to me

The evils that’s been hounding me

Chase me through a thousand dreams

And I suppose that’s where it’s grounded me

But also has confounded me

I feel it when the fountain bleeds

And when it all begins to fall apart

I follow heart

I call it life support

Most people like to call it art

Cause when the dawn begins to break

I think the audience is fake

I think the only thing that’s left is me

Hook: (2x)

A Good Day 2 b the bad Guy

Not every nightmare comes true

Not every dream dies

But if it can happen like either or

Then so can two

Whats behind the second door

If the first was closed on you?

Verse 3 (Izzy Strange):

Well, It’s looking like my work will never be finished

They looking at me like a jerk

But why set the limits?

Why set the bar?

It’s gonna be broker

Then any condition

No matter who you are

Crack a joke about wrecking my car

Conversations in a bar, will never leave the pub

So someone break me of a ticket stub

I wanna follow love

But been grubbing hate

Couldn’t give a fuck or a shoulder shrug

No wonder why my stomach aches

Guess you are what you eat

Theres no art in mystique

I just usually beraid myself 7 days a week

7 sins of this beast

No dough

No rise without yeast

But they say trouble comes in three’s

And it’s

Just I, myself, and me

So shall we

Continue like we’re bout to jump off of this balcony

Who doesn’t have flaws?

Who doesn’t break laws?

So i’ma jack the gold off the bricks in this road

Time to get the hell outta Oz

(Hook)