Ousted
Bring a bad vibe and you ousted
Bring that mid vibe, man, you ousted
Lotta day ones where my house is
And they all Nap, well rested
Good grief
You can talk down on the route we go
We just be sounding it out, we know
It's gon come clean under faucet
We got that sauce and you lost it
Good grief
Mob ties at my house
I don't speak life, I'm sounding it out, look
On time and I'm stout
Need a little change, nosedive in the couch
This side of the fountain, turn left, throw it in park
Act II, I'm buttery, my story in parts
Act too cavalier for another year
You gon lose the spark, fail to carry a charge
But I ain't taking it hard, I been sacred and starved
You been coulds, should, I'ds like you aching for March
Got your lights knocked out, now you vacant and dark
But you can't run from it, Skarsgård
Is always gonna be on yo ass 'til you face that, boy
Better put on that mask, better Bane that, boy
Cause we been slick with it and quick-witted, I ain't perfect
Still in the kitchen, my pot sticking, my apron fitted
Bring a bad vibe and you ousted
Bring that mid vibe, man, you ousted
Lotta day ones where my house is
And they all Nap, well rested
Good grief
You can talk down on the route we go
We just be sounding it out, we know
It's gon come clean under faucet
We got that sauce and you lost it
Good grief
And they all wanna say who we should be
Same ones gave up what they could be
Three days, two nights, got woodsy
Boomer sack in my dopp kit, oh goody
Ima get fleshed out, fleshed out
Yeah, they tryna school me, but I test out
Fuck you thought
We demigods walking, any-odds-lofty, semi-off-topic, yeah
And I like that, now we on the right track
Thrift my clothes by the pound, what's a price tag
And I got friends, ten years, fifteen years
Twenty years deep, and you know you can't buy that
Look, circumstance ain't always kosher
But it's always necessary, and that's what I call good grief
All things right where they should be, whoopee
Cushioning the blows like I should be, yeah
Bring a bad vibe and you ousted
Bring that mid vibe, man, you ousted
Lotta day ones where my house is
And they all Nap, well rested
Good grief
You can talk down on the route we go
We just be sounding it out, we know
It's gon come clean under faucet
We got that sauce and you lost it
Good grief
Bring that mid vibe, man, you ousted
Lotta day ones where my house is
And they all Nap, well rested
Good grief
You can talk down on the route we go
We just be sounding it out, we know
It's gon come clean under faucet
We got that sauce and you lost it
Good grief
Mob ties at my house
I don't speak life, I'm sounding it out, look
On time and I'm stout
Need a little change, nosedive in the couch
This side of the fountain, turn left, throw it in park
Act II, I'm buttery, my story in parts
Act too cavalier for another year
You gon lose the spark, fail to carry a charge
But I ain't taking it hard, I been sacred and starved
You been coulds, should, I'ds like you aching for March
Got your lights knocked out, now you vacant and dark
But you can't run from it, Skarsgård
Is always gonna be on yo ass 'til you face that, boy
Better put on that mask, better Bane that, boy
Cause we been slick with it and quick-witted, I ain't perfect
Still in the kitchen, my pot sticking, my apron fitted
Bring a bad vibe and you ousted
Bring that mid vibe, man, you ousted
Lotta day ones where my house is
And they all Nap, well rested
Good grief
You can talk down on the route we go
We just be sounding it out, we know
It's gon come clean under faucet
We got that sauce and you lost it
Good grief
And they all wanna say who we should be
Same ones gave up what they could be
Three days, two nights, got woodsy
Boomer sack in my dopp kit, oh goody
Ima get fleshed out, fleshed out
Yeah, they tryna school me, but I test out
Fuck you thought
We demigods walking, any-odds-lofty, semi-off-topic, yeah
And I like that, now we on the right track
Thrift my clothes by the pound, what's a price tag
And I got friends, ten years, fifteen years
Twenty years deep, and you know you can't buy that
Look, circumstance ain't always kosher
But it's always necessary, and that's what I call good grief
All things right where they should be, whoopee
Cushioning the blows like I should be, yeah
Bring a bad vibe and you ousted
Bring that mid vibe, man, you ousted
Lotta day ones where my house is
And they all Nap, well rested
Good grief
You can talk down on the route we go
We just be sounding it out, we know
It's gon come clean under faucet
We got that sauce and you lost it
Good grief
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Writer(s): Grayson Pitts
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