Good Grief Ringtones

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)

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

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

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

You can throw your cares to the wind Just blowing in the breeze You can go for miles and miles Crawling on your knees You can enjoy the time of the year Pounding beers and a bottle of chuck But good grief and good luck You could throw dreams to the wind Fall and get some rest Swim in shark infested waters Just hoping for the best Get a book of matches and a passport baby Start living in the belly of a whale But good grief and oh well Good grief and good luck You can dance in the wind Just blowing down the street You can walk across the city Yeah with nothing on your feet Or you can move to the country baby But who am I to judge Good grief and good luck You can drown in the sun Yeah, trials to the night Do your hair in the moonlight In a mirror full of wine Just because it doesn't kill you baby Doesn't mean it's such a life So good grief and goodnight Oh good grief and goodnight Good grief and goodnight

Oh you've lost 900 baseballs games. And we kids all love to call you names. And you never learned to fly a kite. And you're penless so you cannot write. And at lunch you sit alone and mope. You're a wishy washy kinda dope. Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown, you don't have one hope! "Yes I do! Yes I do! That little girl who's new Smiled at me, smiled at me, at lunch today! And tonight I will go home and pray, That tomorrow she might come and say 'Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown, I'm glad to know you'" Oh that new girl's looking over here! Oh good grief she's calling over here! "Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown, just watcha doin'?" "Oh nothin'! Oh nothin'! You wanna do somethin'?" "Why don't we, why don't we fly my new kite?" "I'd be very proud to fly your kite! I'll run with all my very might!" "Charlie Brown! Charlie Brown! Please do hold on tight!" Oh he's got the kite up in the air. Oh it's hit a tree; it's gonna tear! "Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown, I think you've wrecked it." "I'm climbing up that tree, I'll get your kite down free" "Watch yourself, watch yourself, You're gonna fall!" "Oh I'm so embarrassed I could die!" "That's OK, it was a manly try. "Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown, I'm glad to know you."

Watching through my fingers, watching through my fingers Shut my eyes and count to ten It goes in one ear out the other, one ear out the other Burning bright right till the end Now you'll be missing from the photographs, missing from the photographs Watching through my fingers, watching through my fingers In my thoughts you're far away And you are whistling the melody, whistling the melody Crystallizing clear as day Oh I can picture you so easily, picture you so easily What's gonna be left of the world if you're not in it? What's gonna be left of the world, oh? Every minute and every hour I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more Every stumble and each misfire I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more Watching through my fingers, watching through my fingers Caught off guard by your favorite song Will I be dancing at a funeral, dancing at a funeral? Sleeping in the clothes you love It's such a shame we had to see them burn, shame we had to see them burn What's gonna be left of the world if you're not in it? What's gonna be left of the world, oh? Every minute and every hour I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more Every stumble and each misfire I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more You might have to excuse me I've lost control all of my senses And you might have to excuse me I've lost control all of my words So get drunk, call me a fool Put me in my place, put me in my place Pick me up, up off the floor Put me in my place, put me in my place Every minute and every hour I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more Every stumble and each misfire I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more Watching through my fingers, watching through my fingers 'Cause every minute and every hour I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more

Ain't no question 'bout this paper My mind is on a different angle Wish I could cop that coupe for all my good niggas I Thank you, good riddance, good business Good grief, what is? We smoking marijuana for free Ain't no question 'bout this paper My mind is on a different angle Wish I could cop that coupe for all my good niggas I thank you, good riddance, good business Good grief, what is? We smoking marijuana for free Since a soldier saw the surface I cracked the canvas and cursed it Part of me wasn't good enough But a picture ain't perfect What is proper and purpose? Leaving families hurting She don't trust me at all She put a lock on her purses Part of me don't deserve ya' Pardon bruh, I was nervous and this is a new beginning We fly so come feel the turbulence Never bow to that serpent Dreamed and found out I'm worth it Soul circuit, love lurking and close curtains And I be that bigger person And this my seed, she nurse it I stimulate her mind, she challenge me while we rehearse it Smoking on this weed got me feeling like a wordsmith Another word to nigger, per fect, no? Shit nigga, uhh Ain't no question 'bout this paper My mind is on a different angle Wish I could cop that coupe for all my good niggas I thank you, good riddance, good business Good grief, what is? We smoking marijuana for free Ain't no question 'bout this paper My mind is on a different angle Wish I could cop that coupe for all my good niggas Thank you, good riddance, good business Good grief, what is? We smoking marijuana for free I'm addicted to the Henny All of these bitches with me I've done been around the world Pussy nigga, see me Fuck it nigga, forgive me Pussy, money and drugs Mary, nothing above Shark hoodies, backwoods, Rizla, OG Puff puff, homie rest up Just us against the world Finger fuck it like my nine bustin' It's no discussion, quit the rushin' If D's coming get the flushing', all of a sudden Heard you was fucking with other niggas I ain't bluffing, locked up, now luxed up Handcuffed, now hand cuff Unfaithful bitch love the taste of dick Only faithful to my bros My rights and my wrongs Some nights I play, 2Pac and zone Pop on my phone, selling and flipping Bounce to my own True to the beat, LSD by the sheet My flow is part of the beat I know it's hard to believe that you're part of the seed Sometimes it's hard to breath All my needs reaper, please leave my soul at ease Ain't no question 'bout this paper My mind is on a different angle Wish I could cop that coupe for all my good niggas I thank you, good riddance, good business Good grief, what is? We smoking marijuana for free Ain't no question 'bout this paper My mind is on a different angle Wish I could cop that coupe for all my good niggas Thank you, good riddance, good business Good grief, what is? We smoking marijuana for free Aiiiaah, uuhhhh I can't wait 'til we get on So we can get what we want I gotta get what I want, baby-yyy-eh Hey-o, heeeyyy, hey-o, heeeyyy, hey-o Heeeey-o-eeyyy-ooooh Oooohh, heeey-o-eeuh, huuuuh