Calm Grief - lofi.sad

Alright Ugh, ugh, ugh Good grief, I been reaping what I sow Nigga, I ain't been outside in a minute I been living what I wrote And all I see is snakes in the eyes of these niggas Momma taught me how to read 'em when I look Miss me at the precinct getting booked Fishy niggas stick to eating off of hooks Say you eating, but we see you getting cooked, nigga I don't act hard, I'm a hard act to follow, nigga Like it or not, when it drop, bet he gotta listen Chasing dragons, tryna make it happen, on a mission Step into the shadows, we could talk addiction When it's harmful where you going and the part of you that know it Don't give a fuck, pardon me for going into details 3-7-6 was a brothel We had females come in every hour on the dot And the shit sound like a gavel when it knock Focus on my chatter, ain't as frantic as my thoughts Lately I've been panicking a lot Feelin' like I'm stranded in a mob Scrambling for Xanax out the canister to pop Never getting out of hand, steady handling my job Time damaging my ties Who turn to get up? Get dude turned to dinner quick You circus niggas, you turning into tricks I was making waves, you was surfing in 'em Dealing with the stomach pains just from birthing niggas' shit Cut the grass off the surface Pray the lawnmower blade catch the back of a serpent nigga shit Bitch Good grief, I been reaping what I sow Nigga, I ain't been outside in a minute I been living what I wrote And all I see is snakes in the eyes of these niggas Momma taught me how to read 'em when I look Miss me at the precinct getting booked Fishy niggas stick to eating off of hooks Say you eating, but we see you getting cooked, nigga I'm fleeting thoughts on a leash For the moment, high as fuck I been alone in my shit for the longest Snakes sliding in the street Mama taught me how to not be like the bodies lying in them Pigs, riding in 'em I'm a target, so it's hard to even eye me in 'em If he ain't dying for me, then I ain't riding with him There's no time for that Making sure my man wallet's straight like a collar When you eyeing that Thinking 'bout my grandmama, find a bottle I'ma wallow when I lie in that I just want my time and my mind intact When they both gone, you can't buy 'em back

There's no such thing as good grief Haven't eaten in three weeks Skin and bones when you're not near me I'm all skeleton and melody There's no such thing as good grief Sleep with you in a sex dream And I'm pretty sure you don't miss the way I put all my demons on display to your pretty music One more time Play me something, I won't sing I'll be quiet, play me something One more time, I'm listening There's no such thing as good grief Took two months to pack up your things But I left a box at your parents' house Don't know whether to feel sad or proud One more time Play me something, I won't sing I'll be quiet, play me something One more time, I'm listening

And you stand so tall in your head I'll erase it all, 'til you're dead And I dreamt that I'm feeling cold But enough's Enough, my heart is sunk and it feels Like 16, like a magazine Like I'm undo it A husk in my bed And I drive, it's dusk, my eyes are red And a short, a fleeting thought comes in You're alive until you own the sin and it feels Like 18, like a guillotine Like I'm Kicked out of home, mama dead and alone I don't care about things that I'm too young to know Rusted stove top, kettle boiling Feeling like my brain is rolling Like underneath my clothing Itchy skin, my aching body Good grief your own creation Lost for words, I find my patience Right in the heated moment Up for grabs but never notice Inside my home, a shaking crawl And her eyes, do roll and sheets get torn And again, a fleeting thought is formed But at five is gone, the TV's on And I dream Of release And the tears ease And I feel Kicked out of home, mama dead and alone I don't care about things that I'm too young to know Rusted stove top, kettle boiling Feeling like my brain is rolling Like underneath my clothing Itchy skin, my aching body Good grief your own creation Lost for words, I find my patience Right in the heated moment Up for grabs but never notice Rusted stove top, kettle boiling Feeling like my brain is rolling Right in the heated moment Up for grabs but never notice

Since I'm putting down All of the true things around, but I like it I handed down the crown Given the jewels and the answers of may The thought of being ousted Comes and goes, comes and goes When I think about it The wind blows Hate it, hate it Hate it, hate it Hate it, hate it Hate it Run me out of town Somewhere a move might intended a gown in Pissed at all the bowels Always the blues and a delicate smile Missed all of the sideways Gull and noun, gull and noun Chills and petty band-aids Wrapped around Hate it, hate it Hate it, hate it Hate it, hate it Hate it Good grief Good grief Since I'm putting down All of the true things around, but I like it I handed down the crown Given the jewels and the answers of may The thought of being ousted Comes and goes, comes and goes When I think about it The wind blows Hate it, hate it Hate it, hate it Hate it, hate it Hate it

Time doesn't really heal anything It just helps you forget the way that it hurt, when it hurt really bad What didn't kill me never made me stronger Sometimes it just made me wish it would have I'm not a fighter, i haven't been for a long time Lying and saying "i'm tired," when people ask me if i'm alright The morning and missing and grieving someone that wasn't mine to lose Turned into survivors guilt when i started moving on too My pains a testament, to how much you meant to me I know it wouldn't be this hard if it wasn't good grief I hope you know that I loved you more than anything And it wouldn't hurt this bad if it wasn't good grief No call, no text, no warning No reason as to why Good grief, good god, good mourning You never said goodbye No call, no text, no warning I'm still searching for signs Good god, good grief, good morning I'll never say goodbye Good good bye My pains a testament, to how much you meant to me I know it wouldn't be this hard if it wasn't good grief I hope you know that I loved you more than anything I hope you know that I love you more than anything And it wouldn't hurt this bad if it wasn't good grief