Good Grief Lyrics

I fucking hate you

Yeah but I but I love you

Hate the fucking feeling that I'm always thinking of you

Weed up in my hands

Got that rip in my pants

You a grimy bitch with the dirty yellow vans

And I know you got a man

And I never stand a chance

Hope you take a drink

When we slide up in the van

Got that weed up in my hands and

That rip up in your pants

You a grimy bitch with the dirty yellow vans

Haha

Good grief and I've been having good sleep

All these visions, of my living just been happening all week

Bible paper scent, repent, but in the end

Death is a bitch

Oh that shit my friend

So i'm itching, for a fixing and I'm fishing for a sign

Oh you slippin from my wishing, so everything should be fine

I never trust no Judah nor no Judas

Easy does my day, but these strolls ruthless

Sitting back useless

So gloomy be my days

Bills unpaid

Food unscathed

Well I think that today is just a good day

Self seclude myself sometimes

And I just do it out of mind

So damn foolish

Yet the cruelest

Why everyone out of line

I fucking hate you

Yeah but I but I love you

Hate the fucking feeling that I'm always thinking of you

Weed up in my hands

Got that rip in my pants

You a grimy bitch with the dirty yellow vans

And I know you got a man

And I never stand a chance

Hope you take a drink

When we slide up in the van

Got that weed up in my hands and

That rip up in your pants

You a grimy bitch with the dirty yellow vans

Haha