Gud Grief

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Busdriver - Rap, Jazz

Gud Grief

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[Verse 1] I don't know about you But I'm not comfortable with this They came through talking smack But didn't come through with shit I was minding my own About to get served a sandwich But I'm mentally disturbed I think I've got nerve damage See I was loading a soul In the neck of a trumpet I was so upset Cuz [?] At the desk on some dumb shit I thought it was peace But there was already beef I'm fucking with love Now I'm in the club armed to the teeth [Verse 2] I don't know about you But I'm not comfortable with this I know I made some mistakes But how'd it come to all this The women start bailing When your ass is trailing The grown smart niggas know We don't really hail them You listen to scrеams in the cell block All the bourgеois still shell shocked While they getting shoe shines from the bellhop And they keep they truffle oil well stocked And them clothes and a bag of merch Will get you targeted for a random search So I'm red flagged Like a sex worker in a desk job fighting jet lag Getting foot massages from the [?] So I'm swinging bats like the Brooklyn Dodgers I don't know about you But I'm not comfortable with this They came through talking styles But didn't sound like shit [Outro] I don't know about you I don't know about you

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  • Busdriver