GOOD GRIEF

Man, I shoulda cut but
I couldn't keep my mouth shut
Low life phonies so corrupt
I was speakin' my disgust
And lost my lips, fought fibs, went buck

She love it when I trust my guts
Say my piece, give a fuck
If they don't feel me now
I trust that they will soon enough

Good lord, switching flows
Touching road with the guys
Then I get low, no control
If it's working then why
Do I feel this all the time?

Good grief
Lord I believe
You've been pushing too hard
For the wrong things
In my opinion, you and your vision
Is so unequivalent, man listen
Oh god just listen
You still don't get it

She told me she got heat so I froze
Sent images to my phone
That's when I lost my composure

She was fully exposed
And I was only supposed
To take a look then dispose of them
But the contents enclosed
Remitted all self control
I said uh...

Good gief
Lord I believe
You've been pushing too hard
For the wrong things
In my opinion, you and your vision
Is so unequivalent, man listen
Oh god just listen

Good gief
Lord I believe
You've been pushing too hard
For the wrong things
In my opinion, you and your vision
Is so unequivalent, man listen
Oh god just listen to me

Good gief
Lord I believe
You've been pushing too hard
For the wrong things
In my opinion, you and your vision
Is so unequivalent man

Good grief
Lord I believe
You've been pushing too hard
For the wrong things
In my opinion, you and your vision
Is so unequivalent, man listen
Oh god just listen

In my opinion you and your vision
Is so unequivalent, man listen
Oh god just listen
Ah, you don't get it (fuck yeah)