Billboard (producer) - Good lyrics

[Verse 1] How can I laugh at a time like this? I guess my sense of humor's sick I inhaled a red balloon Soon I'll be over the moon [Pre-Chorus] With every step that I take I wanna take it all back Back home is too far away The devil's calling my cab Don't wanna cause any pain I'm only making it worse I gotta get out And make this better [Chorus] Tell my mother that I miss her Tell my father that I tried Don't confuse my little sister Let her sleep on it tonight With the sticks and stones I'm made of Swear I tried the best I could I still wanna be a winner I want to be good I want to be good [Verse 2] How did I, how did I end up here? Hands on the wheel with a gripping fear Stomach churns, but I have faith I'm driving to a better place [Pre-Chorus] With every step that I take I wanna take it all back Back home is too far away The devil's calling my cab Don't wanna cause any pain I'm only making it worse I gotta get out And make this better [Chorus] Tell my mother that I miss her Tell my father that I tried Don't confuse my little sister Let her sleep on it tonight With the sticks and stones I'm made of I swear I tried the best I could I still wanna be a winner I want to be good I want to be good [Post-Chorus] I want to be good (GOOD!) I want to be good (GOOD!) I want to be good (GOOD!) I want to be good (GOOD!) [Vocalizing + Instrumental]