So Good - Travis Thompson & Nima Skeemz

You know, there's a psychological profile for who self-sabotage
And you're starting to fit it

So good at bein' not present
So good I make it look effortless
So good at bein' not present
So good I make it look effortless

So good givin' hell to the heaven-sent
So good sayin' things that I never meant
So bad at the qualities that make a man
So good, self-destructin', baby, take my hand
I won't lead you nowhere but down
And I see you so deep, you might drown
Tried to ease you into lovin' me
But you see through everything I put in front of me
I built a wall up, ain't no one to call back
Fists get balled up, waitin' on the tarmac
In the Lower East Side, just me and the barkeep
Asked me, "Why the long face? You way too young for all that"
I'm a bad son, bad friend, bad lover
Add me up, bitch, I got some cash comin'
Out of town, shorty on that fast livin'
Tryna breathe a little, now my past comin' up
It's ruins behind me, but I feel I ain't done enough
Up for like twenty-four, the chaos give me such a rush
Maybe we too young and ain't know better, we jumped the gun
But that's exactly what you do when you come where I'm from
I can see the future, baby, it's me with estates and shit
GMCs with drivers and a lake for kids we make to swim
Wildin' out, your patience thin
Huh, baby, you can hate me then, I hate me too

I'm so good at bein' not present
So good I make it look effortless
So good at bein' not present
So good I make it look effortless
So good at bein' not present
So good I make it look effortless
So good at bein' not present
So good I make it look effortless, yeah

Uh-huh
Ayy, yeah, uh
So good, so good, so good
So good, so—
It's self-defense, not self-sabotage