Donuts - Andy Mineo, Christon Gray, Phonte

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Would you still be good to me?

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Could you still be good to me?

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Would you still be-?

Yeah, this one for donuts, this one for all the grownups

I keep my cards close 'cause I don’t deal with jokers

Man, I’m sick of bein' dope, but why they hardly notice?

And these the joints that never sell, but yo, they still the coldest, ha

This feel like Philly, a steak down at Ishkabibble

The things I scribble make you think a little

They tell me to choose a side, but I decided to pick the middle

I can handle that, and yo, the kid could dribble

An over-thinker, with the ink I’m like Tinker Hatfield

At will, design rhymes in 20 years

You tryna think of mind over mattress

Blinded by the fatness

It’s hard to live righteous, but I’m tryna practice

And me and Del collect the addresses of anyone who ever hated

Went to Hallmark, bought all the cards that said «Congratulations»

Waitin' for the day to pay myself

To mail these cards out, they all say «You played yourself»

That’s so petty

My wife said I need a mani

I been nervous, bitin' my nails 'cause, look, I don’t got no plan B

I remind myself that my worth is not in sales

His purpose gotta prevail, we planted a church

Inhale happy thoughts, exhale negativity

With this Macintosh, I make apple sauce

Better believe it

See, in this life there’s only three things that you can depend on:

That’s death, taxes, and Jesus, they all get you

Aye, and yeah, they all get you

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Would you still be good to me?

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Would you still be good to me?

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Big breath

This one’s for donuts, a sweetness anyone can taste

Words from Uncle Tay

Your relative is crunk and drunken at your function with a Krispy Kreme or a

Dunkin'

Singin' through a Telefunken and spelunkin' through the sunken place

For 16 bars, been sick and got discharged

Rap was a wrap like a Swiss wrist watch

He ain’t lookin' like a weird mishmosh in freaks and geeks

Then I don’t understand, damn, am I this washed?

But this get part-Tigallo flow still flawless

And so lawless, I’ll prolly get disbarred

Signed seal, get a notary

Wait till they get a load of me

My peeps who molding me could never see this far

Your boy made it out of Fraggle Rock to Iron Man and Ragnarok

And 4K HD straight off the Magnavox

Not to be a chatterbox

Just in my bag handin' out some bars in the real world

All y’all co-stars is faux pas, they the laws in the real girl

Manufactured affection for a plastic connection

But my selection slow and low like brisket

Get a plate, sop it up with a biscuit

On the couch, toes out, with your spouse, watchin' «Love It or List It»

Tigallo bring the soul and the mischief

And we do it like this, one time

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Yes sir

Would you still be good to me?

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Be good to me, baby

Would you still be good to me?

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But could you still be good to me when I don’t even know where I’m goin'?

But could you still be good to me when I don’t even know where I’m goin'?

Would you still be good to me?

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