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, 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 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
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 to me
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
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
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