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 peace, 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 'em
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, hey, hey
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, 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, hey, hey
In my opinion, you and your vision is so unequivalent, man
Listen, oh god, just listen
Ah, you don't get it
(Fuck yeah)
compositores: Ian Fraser, Luke Gruntz
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