Grief - Wildheart

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)

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