Good Lord

from For Good Reason by Those Guys

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lyrics

good lord, good lord
good lord

a diss record never hurt me much
so throw a shot, i throw machine gun rounds back
the doc gon' have your ass laced up
my nigga, who want what
fake niggas act accordingly, and bitches wanna rapport with me because of what i'm recording, see
homie gon' ask me, j.al you feeling lonely?
but i don't speak of such
you been here from the start, i figure i owe you that much
the only one i trust
my one and only crutch so if i'm broke they gon' hate, hate
hate if you heal me up, hate if you will me up
tell me i should want more, cause tears from my struggle only give us a puddle to run through
and might even slow us down even more
i tell them what i live, homie, you tell them what you saw
i've seen it all along
way before they would applaud, way before they would go aww
before our endeavors became reality in all
i bow my head and say good lord

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crash course on what to ask for
good lord, good lord

now where the grass is much greener, i get purple heart treatment
the hate match the grass in demeanor
i blew them away, my shoes of suede was much cleaner
they blue in the face trying to say what ain't speakered
sounding like infants from your yellow bellied distance
you cant make me red from what you said
in my world, the golden rule still fits in
you smudge this world of importance, you get blacked out from existence
it started with a dollar and a dream
i still got one of those, man, it's harder than it seems
my mind is an unprocessed diamond, act smarter
stop trying to barter zirconias that gleam
rocking with the coldest, my statements the boldest, humble but not modest
nothing's hopeless, the records books are just paper, i'm the twelfth time folded

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