GOOD GRIEF - cleopatrick

Man I shoulda cut but I couldn’t keep my mouth shut

Lowlife phonies so corrupt

I was speaking 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

I believe

You’ve 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

I believe

You’ve 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’ve 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

I believe

You been pushing too hard for the wrong thing

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