Lyrics Good Time - Jessica Andrews

Good Time

God, I get so sick of this place
I gotta get up, get out
And get a life
The days run long
The nights too short
Not much time for me no more
And I’m well over due
So now I’m going to
Let my hair down
And bleach it blonde
Turn the ringer off
And the engine on
'Cause I can’t wait to get to the good times
Yeah, just one stop at the ATM
Grab a hundred bucks
And a real good friend
Pack it up
And take a load off my mind
'Cause I can’t wait to get to the good times
Me and my baby get along
Got a lot of love
Got it goin' on
I wouldn’t let go no for anything
Somethin' bout how the highway feels
When you drive along on your freedom wheels
You know any destination
Will kill the frustration
Just for the weekend
Let’s jump off the deep end
I’m goin' to