Good Lookin

San Francisco, 2019

We showed up at the spiffy disco, friends reuniting

They're walking in with pink stilettos, mimosa hygiene

Abruptly as the speaker whistles, we felt like fighting

These raincoats lined up tryna beat the weather

Nosebleed prom queen opened up my letter

It read, "What you got, I used to have"

I used to be good lookin'

Good

Now all the music's louder, spotlights rotating

The kids are smoking marijuana, she's masturbating

I can't believe we left so quickly, so impolitely

A portrait of the Mona Lisa lacing her Nikes

Tryna make bail, she's been begging from the start, yeah (Uh-huh)

Underage sale prohibited, sweetheart

I said, "What you got, I used to have"

I used to be good lookin'

You know I used to be good l-l-lookin'

They could never say we fell too hard

Tryna replicate the Bayside bars

Forty hours with you by my side, oh

We pulled up at the disco, disco, disco, disco

Disco, disco, disco, disco

Disco, disco, disco, disco

Disco, disco, disco, disco

What you got, I used to have

I used to be good lookin'

You know I used to be good lookin'

I used to be good lookin'