Good Going
No I don't want to talk anymore
Text anymore
You really think you're messing with my head

Don't you got something to do
Something to lose
Someone to choose instead

Reminiscing years
Don't expect tears from me

You blew it all in a week
(You know it, I know it)
It don't mean nothing to me
Good going

Now you want to knock on the door
Give you the floor
Begging for a little bit more time
She don't mean nothing to you
To tell me the truth
Tequila, gin, and wine
Reminiscing years
Don't expect tears from me

You blew it all in a week
(You know it, I know it)
It don't mean nothing to me
Good going

You blew it all in a week
It don't mean nothing to me
It don't mean nothing to me
Good going
Good going