Good To Me lyrics

Alright, yo, oi He's walking down the high street, high as hell Said he hates drugs, just loves the smell Get it? This weekend's sponsored by NatWest Credit Demons on his back so he never sleeps He lost his mum young, he's stressed, it's only angels heaven keeps He'd give it all up for a cuppa and a chat But when the noise starts, who's got time for that? And I feel for him, I do, he's like every other lad I knew Matter of fact I ain't seen him since that day But I'll always remember that one line that he used to say Why does everything bad feel good to me? I've got a cigarette packet from 93 I've got a cocaine habit I know they see Why does everything that feel good to me? Why does everything that feel good to me? I've got a cigarette packet from 93 I've got cocaine habit, I know they see Why is everything bad feel good to me? Hey, well, yeah, yeah She's walking through the local like she's globally known She ain't afraid of nothing but home Tougher than most the fellas here, that's for sure Sometimes I see she craves more Than a dead jobs she hates And blokes She calls friends that aren't mates Every night she waits for a reason to leave She counts a hundred but she can quit like her mum did The lights don't shine for her, they flash The cars don't drive for her, they crash And she loves it in a way But I'll always remember that one line that she used to say Why does everything bad feel good to me? I've got a cigarette packet from 93 I've got a cocaine habit I know they see Why does everything that feel good to me? Why does everything that feel good to me? I've got a cigarette packet from 93 I've got cocaine habit, I know they see Why is everything bad feel good to me?