Mike Posner – A Real Good Kid

A Real Good Kid, Mike Posner’s third studio album, is an intimate portrait of grief, love, and eventual acceptance, created during one of the most challenging periods of his life. Recorded over a two-year span that included the end of a relationship, the passing of his close friend Avicii, and caring for his terminally ill father, Jon Posner, the album blends personal storytelling with recordings of real conversations between Mike and his dad—including the quote that inspired its title. Released on January 18, 2019 through Island Records and supported by the singles “Song About You,” “Stuck in the Middle,” and “Move On,” the album was followed by Posner’s walk across America, a journey he undertook to honor the music and continue his healing. Below you’ll find the complete tracklist, lyrics, and streaming links to experience this deeply personal chapter of Mike’s music.

RELEASED: January 18, 2019
LABEL: Island Records
LINKS: Amazon Music | Apple Music | SoundCloudSpotify | Tidal | WikipediaYouTube Music

“This album is dedicated to my father, M. Jon Posner.” – MP
April 4, 1943 – January 11, 2017

01. Introduction
Hello, you are about to listen to A Real Good Kid. The album is 40 minutes long and is meant to be listened to in one sitting, straight through. It is meant to be listened to without texting, without emailing, without outside distraction of any sort. If at this time you are unable to devote 40 minutes of undivided attention, I politely ask you turn this off and return at a later time.

It’s hard to describe how I feel right now. People keep asking what happened to me. What happened to me? (What happened to me?) The answer is this.

02. January 11th, 2017
(Verse 1: Mike Posner)
I cleaned out your dresser, found some joints
My sister smoked ‘em, I didn’t see the point
And everyone keeps sayin’ that I look just like you
Life don’t seem so long anymore

(Chorus: Mike Posner)
The day my daddy died, I damn near quit the band
The day my daddy died, I held my mama’s hand
I cried my tears, then dried ’em up
Put my face inside my hands
The day my daddy died, I became a man

(Verse 2: Mike Posner)
The cops came, they did not take off their shoes
People hug me, I smell like 10,000 perfumes
Gave away the wheelchair, you’re gone, but I’m still here
January in Detroit is cold as fuck

(Chorus: Mike Posner)
The day my daddy died, I damn near quit the band
The day my daddy died, I held my mama’s hand
I cried my tears, then dried ’em up
Put my face inside my hands
The day my daddy died, I became a man
The day my daddy died, I became a man

(Outro: Mike Posner & Jon Posner)
I love you a lot
I love you, too
Remind me to let you run away if you need to run places, like the basement. I mean, that’s what it’s a part of, isn’t it? Being an individual
Yeah, letting people go
Yeah
Remind me to let you go, too, if you need to
Absolutely
I love you
I love you so much. You’re gonna put that into a song?

03. Wide Open
(Verse 1)
Somebody told me God is simply what we don’t know
Saw a butterfly, it was dead, but it was gorgeous
And all the robots are just walking down the sidewalk
Kings of the little empires that they made up

(Chorus)
And I’m wide open
And I’m wide open

(Verse 2)
Dusty got shot and then Osher got married
Stewie’s still dead, and commitment’s still scary
I got a new woman, but I treat her like my old one
If I keep this shit up, I know I’mma be with no one

(Chorus)
And I’m wide open
Yeah, I’m wide open

04. Song About You
(Chorus)
Put all your stuff in a box in my room
I don’t wanna write no song about you
But you show up in everything that I do
Ooh, ooh-ooh

(Verse 1)
Since you’ve been gone, ain’t got nothin’ to do
I sleep until noon, I wake up and feel bad
I think I miss somethin’ I never had
Ooh, ooh-ooh

(Refrain)
I just wanna unwind, unwind
Everything that makes me feel confined
Sometimes I hate sunshine
Sometimes I hate sunshine

(Chorus)
Put all your stuff in a box in my room
I don’t wanna write no song about you
But you show up in everything that I do
Ooh, ooh-ooh

(Verse 2)
Now it’s a cold war, who will call first?
Try to be productive at work, I just can’t
I miss you a lot, but I ain’t comin’ back
Ooh, ooh-ooh (Hey, hey, hey, hey)

(Refrain)
I just wanna unwind, unwind
Everything that makes me feel confined
Sometimes I hate sunshine
Sometimes I hate sunshine

(Chorus)
Put all your stuff in a box in my room (Room)
I don’t wanna write no song about you (You)
But you show up in everything that I do (Do)
Ooh, ooh-ooh (Ayy, ayy)

(Bridge)
Yeah, yeah
All your love letters and a pair of Ray-Bans
I’m growin’ my beard, movin’ back in my van
And your side of the bed still smells like you though
And these memories of us, it’s brutal
You know, you know exactly how I feel
We broke up, but you be on my mind still
And the worst type of sadness you could have
Is when you miss somethin’ that doesn’t miss you back

(Chorus)
Put all your stuff in a box in my room (Room)
I don’t wanna write no song about you (You)
But you show up in everything that I do (Do)
Ooh, ooh-ooh

05. Move On
(Verse 1)
I wish Tracy Chapman was my friend
She would know exactly what to say
Beginnings always hide themselves in ends
At some point, I will be okay

(Pre-Chorus)
I got high when I met you
I got high to forget you
I feel pain, I don’t want to
But I have to, yeah, I have to

(Chorus)
If I want to move on, move on, move on, move on
If I want to move on, move on, move on, move on
If I want to move on (Move on), move on (Move on)
Move on (Move on), move on
If I want to move on (Move on), move on (Move on)
Move on (Move on), move on

(Verse 2)
Went to see some shaman in Malay
To hear some things I wanted to hear
Everyone just wants to feel good
Everyone just wants to disappear
Call up girls that live in my hometown
To help fill up the minutes
Lit a match and saged my house down
It didn’t make a difference

(Pre-Chorus)
So I got high when I met you
I got high to forget you
I feel pain, I don’t want to
But I have to, yeah, I have to

(Chorus)
If I want to move on, move on, move on, move on
If I want to move on, move on, move on, move on
If I want to move on (Move on), move on (Move on)
Move on (Move on), move on
I know I got to move on (Move on), move on (Move on)
Move on (Move on), move on

06. Drip
(Part I)

(Intro)
Mwah

(Chorus)
Something’s in the way
Oh, something in the way
I know who you are when no one’s looking
Just by looking in your face

(Post-Chorus)
I’m liberated

(Bridge)
Our freedom never felt so jammin’, baby

(Chorus)
Something’s in the way
Oh, something in the way
I know who you are when no one’s looking
Just by looking in your face

(Post-Chorus)
I’m liberated

(Part II)

(Chorus: Mike Posner)
Drip, drip, drip (Drip)
Drip, drip, drip (Drip)
Your eyes, your lies are gorgeous (Drip)
Your eyes, your lies are gorgeous

(Interlude: Mike Posner)
Avicii died, and little homie calls me up, and he’s crying. (Drip) I told him, “I’mma be honest with you, if you don’t get your shit together, you’re next.” And the truth is, by the time you hear this song, I don’t fuckin’ know if he’s gon’ be alive or not. This is all compounded by the fact that she and I do not speak anymore. I mean, am I the only one here who doesn’t know what the fuck is going on? I worked the last ten years. I’m a multimillionaire. I’m thirty years old, it’s supposed to all be good. It is not fucking all good. Fuck. And see, no one’s really sure how long we were there for. Some say a few hours, others say a few years. All I know is a funny thing happens when you look in someone’s eyes that long: you start to see their face unravel, you start to see their most beautiful and their most disgusting parts, you start to see that those are actually the same thing, you start to see them disappear, you start to see your mother, you start to see them, see you, you start to see tears, and you ain’t sure who they belong to. Let ‘em fall.

(Chorus: Mike Posner)
Drip, drip, drip (Fuck, fuck, fuck, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip)
Drip, drip, drip (Fuck, fuck, fuck, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip)
Your eyes, your lies are gorgeous (Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip)
Your eyes, your lies are gorgeous (Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip)

(Outro: Mike Posner & Jon Posner)
Drip
Drip
Drip
I don’t remember you ever running away another time from school classes, you must have. Do you?
Yeah
Did you get caught? What happened to you?
I feel like I’m always running away

07. Staring at the Fire
(Verse 1)
I’ve always had trouble staying still
I stand next to what I hate just for the thrill
Spent the first quarter of my life on a million dollar bill
‘Cause I can’t stop staring at the fire
We got our crosses and our buildings, built ‘em tall
And my book’s another brick inside the wall
We sure make ourselves feel busy, but we don’t do much at all
Except sit around and stare at the fire
And the protesters have gathered in the streets
Opposite, a block full of police
But they both have the same problem with God as you and me
It’s that they can’t stop staring at the fire

(Chorus)
Watch it burn, burn, burn
Watch it burn, burn, burn
Watch it burn, burn, burn
Watch it burn, burn, burn

(Verse 2)
Went to an ashram a million miles from here
An old man on a blanket appeared
He waved me to come closer, and he whispered in my ear
“Son, you’ve got to stop staring at the fire”
But all my ego trips come in flocks
And they tell me, “Kid, it’s really not that hot”
Take your anxiety and your guilt, just throw it all on top
Now I can’t stop standing in the fire

(Chorus)
Oh, watch me burn, burn, burn
Watch me burn, burn, burn
Watch me burn, burn, burn
Watch me burn, burn, burn
Oh, watch me burn, burn, burn
Watch me burn, burn, burn
Watch me burn, burn, burn
Watch me burn, burn, burn

08. Perfect
(Intro)
People want to know (You, if you, if you, if you, if, if you, if)
People want to know (You, if you, if you, if you, if, if you, if)
People want to know (You, if you, if you, if you, if, if you, if)
People want to know (You, if you, if you, if you, if, if you, if)

(Chorus)
If you ever get tired being perfect
Do you ever get tired being perfect?

(Verse 1)
I got on a flight, the plane’s brand new
We can make it to New York in an hour or two
Look down on the city from heights high as these
Everything’s perfect
And my friend tells me that I’m too nice
Her voice trails off, I know she wants advice
I recycle some quote I heard Dillon write
It’s that everything’s perfect

(Bridge)
(Perfect, perfect, perfect, perfect)
(Perfect, perfect, perfect, perfect)

(Verse 2)
When I wake up before you and just watch you sleep, that’s
(Perfect, perfect, perfect, perfect)
And you tell me later you were dreaming of me
(Perfect, perfect, perfect, perfect)
When I walk down the street and the trees know my name
(Perfect, perfect, perfect, perfect)
People I don’t know around an open flame, that’s
(Perfect, perfect, perfect, perfect)
A grandmother’s fingers around a granddaughter’s hand
(Perfect, perfect, perfect, perfect)
People speaking languages that I don’t understand (That’s)
(Perfect, perfect, perfect, perfect)
When you stare into my eyes and I’m thinking you’re the one that’s
(Perfect, perfect, perfect, perfect)
When my mama tells me that she’s proud of what I’ve done
(Perfect, perfect, perfect, perfect)
When the winter ends in the city that I’m from (That’s)
(Perfect, perfect, perfect, perfect)
When I open up and get hurt by someone (That’s)
(Perfect, perfect, perfect, perfect)
When you trust somebody and they don’t let you down (That’s)
(Perfect, perfect, perfect, perfect)
When somebody you love dies, but you still feel ‘em around

(Chorus)
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Do you ever get tired (Oh, yeah)
Of being perfect?
(Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Yeah)
Do you ever get tired (Oh, yeah)
Of being perfect?

09. Amen
(Skit: Mike Posner & Jon Posner)
Ee, ee, ee
Ohm, ohm (Ohm)
Ee, mm
10. Stuck In The Middle
(Verse 1)
Perfume on my shirt puts me in the past
Too lonely to be happy, but too afraid to ask

(Chorus)
Here I am again, stuck in the middle
Here I am again, stuck in the middle, yeah

(Verse 2)
Too young to settle down, too old to be in bars
It’s hard to take it easy, it’s easy to be hard, yeah

(Chorus)
Here I am again, stuck in the middle
Here I am again, stuck in the middle

(Bridge)
Forgive me, I am building my ship as it sails
How do I become who I wanna be while still remaining myself?

(Verse 3)
People love the old me and don’t know where he’s gone
Too tired to be famous, too vain to be unknown, yeah (Hey)

(Chorus)
Here I am again, stuck in the middle
Here I am again, stuck in the middle
Here I am again, stuck in the middle
(Here I am, here I am again)
(Here I am, here I am again)
Here I am again, stuck in the middle (Ahh)

(Outro)
Here I am, here I am again, here I am
Here I am, here I am again, here I am
Here I am, here I am again, here I am
Here I am, here I am again, here I am

11. One More Song
(Skit: Mike Posner & Jon Posner)
Alright man
One more
And then I’m out
And then last one
You want another song?
Nn-mm
Okay
I-I would like another song
Alright
12. How It's Supposed To Be
(Verse 1)
I think I’ll buy a gun and blame it on my hometown
It’s so cold in the D
She asked me if I think I’ll ever see her again
I say, “Hopefully”

(Refrain)
And maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be
Maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be

(Verse 2)
My heroes all died young, they hung themselves with fame
And these lunatics, molded me
I got a tattoo, it’s a joke I keep a secret
I need everyone to notice me

(Refrain)
But maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be
Maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be
Maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be
Maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be

(Chorus 1)
I think I’ll die young with all my broken dreams
I’ve got it figured out, this is the golden key
Everything is how it’s supposed to be
Everything is how it’s supposed to be

(Verse 3)
We messed it all up, now the world is getting warmer
L.A. will be out at open sea
Meanwhile, I’m falling down, my heart is getting colder
I hurt everyone close to me

(Refrain)
But maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be
Maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be
Maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be
Maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be (Hey)

(Chorus 2)
I think I’ll die young with all my broken dreams
I’ve got it figured out, this is the golden key
The day my daddy died, I was down the street
I lost my only friend; people don’t grow on trees
But maybe that’s the way it’s supposed to be
Yeah, I think that’s the way it’s supposed to be
Yeah, everything is how it’s supposed to be
See, I think that’s the way it’s supposed to be (Ahh)

(Bridge)
Woah-woah
Woah-woah
Woah-woah

(Refrain)
See, I think that’s the way it’s supposed to be
Yeah, I think that’s the way it’s supposed to be
Everything is how it’s supposed to be
I think this is how it’s supposed to be

(Outro: Jon Posner)
Well, here we are. This is Sunday morning, October 2, 1988, and this is Versagio and Lira. Versagio who I talked to last night wanted to see Michael, so there he is. Let’s see if we can get him—Michael, look up here! Where you goin’, Michael? Yeah, okay. Anyway, he is a real good kid.