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)