[Verse 1] Now tell me what’s changed, what’s hard—I’m ’bout to loop the time, call me Ekko. (yeah) If she never felt pain this sharp, Ima tell her, “Girl, I gotchu, only if you let go.” (let it go) Gotta take it slow, shattered pieces throwing signs—bunny rabbit show. (slow it down) Ain’t no tricks to this charm; it’s the pleasure you gotta take hold. Ducking, I’m taking the measures, (take cover) Full of it, helping each other. (you know) Apparently part of the treasures, Keep it, making it better. (stay with me) Searching for diamonds in petals, Roses turn black if you let ’em. (don’t let it go) If we doing it, let’s do it better— Back to the time when we settled. [Chorus] (hummed melody underneath) Good times go bad—we stuck in a loop. (oh no) Big bombs go bad—you cut the red one, too. (boom) Good times never sad—what you talkin’ ’bout? Yeah, it’s kinda sad, hidin’ when the demons out. (don’t hide) [Verse 2] It’s not even the lack of cheddar, (nah) It’s the means to be living it better. (do better) Means to be doing it better— What you mean we doing it never? (never that) Seems you Can’t hear me? Helen Keller. (silent) That’s why I wrote this letter: Message to the wind,— that carried no sound, Tied it to clouds, — yet it spun me around. The ink won’t dry, — and the words stain my face, Like a clock with no batteries, — my hands stay in place. If pain could speak,— would it whisper or scream? Would it shatter our truths — or rebuild the dream?” [Chorus] (layered with echoes) Good times go bad—we stuck in a loop. (looping) Big bombs go bad—you cut the red one, too. (boom) Good times never sad—what you talkin’ ’bout? Yeah, it’s kinda sad, hidin’ when the demons out. (why hide?) [Bridge] (vocals glide over reverb-heavy beat) We talkin’ ‘bout good times!— (good times) Yeah, even though some good times go bad. (it’s real) I wanna hold on to the good times!— (hold on) Yeah, even when demons lurkin’, tryna make it go bad. (don’t let it) [Outro] (atmospheric hum and light adlib echoes) Oh well-well-well-well, (mmm-hmm) Oh yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, (yeah) Feel trapped in my head— If only time would stay still. (stay still) Good times go bad—we stuck in a loop. (looping) Big bombs go bad—you cut the red one, too (boom) Good times never sad—what you talkin’ ’bout? Yeah, it’s kinda sad, hidin’ when the demons out. (don’t hide) Oh well-well-well-well, (mmm-hmm) Oh yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, (yeah)
