GOOD GRIEF

Man I shoulda cut but I couldn't keep my mouth shut Lowlife phonies so corrupt I was speaking my disgust and I 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 been pushing too hard for the wrong things In my opinion, you and your vision are 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 grief, lord I believe You been pushing too hard for the wrong things In my opinion, you and your vision are so unequivalent Man listen Oh God, just listen Ya ya Good grief I believe You been pushing too hard for the wrong things In my opinion, you and your vision are so unequivalent Man listen Oh god just listen to me Good grief, lord I believe You been pushing too hard for the wrong things In my opinion, you and your vision are so unequivalent man Good grief I believe You been pushing too hard for the wrong things In my opinion, you and your vision are so unequivalent man listen Oh god just listen Ya ya In my opinion, you and your vision are so unequivalent Man listen Oh god, just listen Ah you don't get it (Fuck yah)