Good Stuff

I wake up
I don't want to, but
I'm drawn by a dream
To find meaning
Low on love
And out of money
It's all the same
I'm in the game.

To ride the long wave
Fight the good fight
The one that lights me up
Through the dark night
And the more I give
When I wanna give up
The greater is the pull from
What I'm dreaming of
Yeah the good stuff.
(Hella, hella, hella, ooh ah! Hella good stuff)

Not afraid
Born ready
Hands on the wheel
Keepin' things steady
Gotta save the day
But be a lady
You know, don't say too much
Be too smart
Or get too angry

Workin' twice as hard
For half as much
To get the satisfaction
I can almost touch
(But) I'm much more
Than just enough
'Cause I know
All that I am made of
I'm the good stuff.

Who are we?
This game is rigged
One player is held down
For the other to feel big
But we are free
To face anything
Drawn by the dream
That they can never reach

Ride the long wave
Fight the good fight
The one that lights you up
Through the dark night
Cause the more you give
When you wanna give up
The stronger is the pull
From what you're dreaming of
Yeah the good stuff.