GOOD

groove metalcore, nu-metal bounce, midtempo dubstep

[Intro – Spoken, Flat, Dangerous]  
Bad news used to break me.  
Now when sh*t goes wrong  
I say one word.  
Good.

Didn’t get the gear.  
Good.  
Didn’t get the job.  
Good.  
Got hurt.  
Good.

I learned to flip every hit on its head.

[Verse 1 – Male Screamed Vocals, Bouncy / Nu-Metal Groove]  
Mission fell through, plan went black,  
Old me froze, started looking back.  
“Why me? Why this? Life ain’t fair…”  
I used to drown in my own hot air.  
Now I hear the hit and crack a grin,  
Say “good” and look for where to win.  
Didn’t get promoted when I thought I should?  
Good. More time to sharpen, get twice as good.

Didn’t get funded? Good. I got lean.  
Had to build sharper, keep my grind clean.  
Every blocked door, every slammed lock,  
Became another rep on the mental clock.

[Hook 1 – Shouted Call & Response / Gang Vocals]  
🎶 *Didn’t get it?*  
GOOD.  
🎶 *Didn’t win it?*  
GOOD.  
🎶 *Did it hurt?*  
GOOD.  
Turned every hit into fire and wood.

[Verse 2 – Half-Spoken / Half-Screamed Over Minimal Riff]  
Sprained my ankle. Good — upper body day.  
Got tapped out. Good — learned a better way.  
Mission got cancelled. Good — refocused aim.  
Didn’t get chosen. Good — I rebuilt my game.

I stopped getting bummed when the storm came in,  
Started hunting for the angle that would let me win.  
Problems stacked up? That just meant  
I had more chances to get violent with intent.

I started telling myself the truth, no spin,  
Every setback is a chance to train and begin.  
If I’m still breathing, if I’m still here,  
Then “good” means I’ve got another round this year.

[Hook 2 – Shouted, Faster]  
🎶 *Didn’t get the high-speed gear?*  
GOOD.  
🎶 *Didn’t get the shot this year?*  
GOOD.  
🎶 *Unexpected problems hit?*  
GOOD.  
Now I’ve got a reason to commit.

[Breakdown – Mid-Tempo Dubstep Drop / Chugging Guitars]  
⚡ *GOOD.* ⚡  
Didn’t go my way?  
GOOD. I learned.  
Got dragged through pain?  
GOOD. I burned.

Every “no” was another plate,  
Another chance to build my weight.  
While you cried “unfair” and lost the plot,  
I turned every blow into another shot.

[Bridge – Spoken, Calm, Calculated Over Atmospheric Bass]  
If I can still say “good”,  
it means I’m not done.  
It means I can still adjust.  
Reload.  
Recalibrate.  
Re-engage.  
When things went bad,  
I stopped breaking.  
I started saying “good”…  
and going on the attack.

[Final Hook / Chorus – Gang Shouts + Short Melodic Tail]  
🔥 *Didn’t get the job — GOOD, I grew.*  
⚔️ *Didn’t get the break — GOOD, I pushed through.*  
🩸 *Every setback fed my stock.*  
I learned to smile and say,  
“Good. Now watch me rock.”

[Outro – Whispered, Tight]  
Bad news hits.  
One word now.  
Good.  
And then I move.

2741/7500

[Intro – Spoken, Flat, Dangerous] Bad news used to break me. Now when sh*t goes wrong I say one word. Good. Didn’t get the gear. Good. Didn’t get the job. Good. Got hurt. Good. I learned to flip every hit on its head. [Verse 1 – Male Screamed Vocals, Bouncy / Nu-Metal Groove] Mission fell through, plan went black, Old me froze, started looking back. “Why me? Why this? Life ain’t fair…” I used to drown in my own hot air. Now I hear the hit and crack a grin, Say “good” and look for where to win. Didn’t get promoted when I thought I should? Good. More time to sharpen, get twice as good. Didn’t get funded? Good. I got lean. Had to build sharper, keep my grind clean. Every blocked door, every slammed lock, Became another rep on the mental clock. [Hook 1 – Shouted Call & Response / Gang Vocals] 🎶 *Didn’t get it?* GOOD. 🎶 *Didn’t win it?* GOOD. 🎶 *Did it hurt?* GOOD. Turned every hit into fire and wood. [Verse 2 – Half-Spoken / Half-Screamed Over Minimal Riff] Sprained my ankle. Good — upper body day. Got tapped out. Good — learned a better way. Mission got cancelled. Good — refocused aim. Didn’t get chosen. Good — I rebuilt my game. I stopped getting bummed when the storm came in, Started hunting for the angle that would let me win. Problems stacked up? That just meant I had more chances to get violent with intent. I started telling myself the truth, no spin, Every setback is a chance to train and begin. If I’m still breathing, if I’m still here, Then “good” means I’ve got another round this year. [Hook 2 – Shouted, Faster] 🎶 *Didn’t get the high-speed gear?* GOOD. 🎶 *Didn’t get the shot this year?* GOOD. 🎶 *Unexpected problems hit?* GOOD. Now I’ve got a reason to commit. [Breakdown – Mid-Tempo Dubstep Drop / Chugging Guitars] ⚡ *GOOD.* ⚡ Didn’t go my way? GOOD. I learned. Got dragged through pain? GOOD. I burned. Every “no” was another plate, Another chance to build my weight. While you cried “unfair” and lost the plot, I turned every blow into another shot. [Bridge – Spoken, Calm, Calculated Over Atmospheric Bass] If I can still say “good”, it means I’m not done. It means I can still adjust. Reload. Recalibrate. Re-engage. When things went bad, I stopped breaking. I started saying “good”… and going on the attack. [Final Hook / Chorus – Gang Shouts + Short Melodic Tail] 🔥 *Didn’t get the job — GOOD, I grew.* ⚔️ *Didn’t get the break — GOOD, I pushed through.* 🩸 *Every setback fed my stock.* I learned to smile and say, “Good. Now watch me rock.” [Outro – Whispered, Tight] Bad news hits. One word now. Good. And then I move.

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