Reggie Sinatra - Good Grief

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

Written by:
Allen Ramirez, Dennis Ballew, Jonathan Pettiford

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