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all negative and shit - justin grindley lyrics

[intro]
f*ck!
i think i just experienced the worst of my…
my subliminals weren’t sublime (i mean, who asked?)
i might have swerved out of line (edgy boy)
i spew this manure knowing very well that it will incriminate me
f*ck it, time to discriminate indiscriminately (no one is safe)
yeah n*gga, f*ck joe biden! (his voters love c*cks)
t*t*t*that n*gga sleepier than me after pulling an all*n*n*n*n*nighter
that…didn’t even rhyme, hmm (quay)

[verse 1]
mixtape so hot, they mandated that a fire blanket ship with it (i want my blanky)
and once i get to selling a ton of sh*t (i say “sh*t” a lot)
i might just fade away like at
celsius one hundred (i’m gone)
but i’m a full*blown musician too (oh rly)
i be producing more heat than an incandescent bulb (bullsh*t)
for the record, i’m capping
no, i meant that, i had to

place a limit on how much siemens (s*m*n) i can cumduct
so you can, somewhat, resist this admittance (reciprocal)
with your impedance, the f*ggots say “ohm” (f*ck you, i call it “inverse”)
feeling susceptible? don’t worry
it’s your imagination (root negative one)
because, when i’m high on the juul (high on the joules)
i’m energized more than q*equals*infinity (shut up nerd)
yet, from my head, there rises a dim bulb from my temple (no)
es que i ain’t very bright (straight down)
and i don’t achieve no epiphany (it’s not lit)
these n*ggas who tend to censor are like bedbugs
i attract them, even in my sleep
and they can bite me (f*cking pests)
they can’t undertake a trial for this game of rhymes cuz
they’re drained for any style
and they’re g*y like harry styles (f*ggots, f*ggots everywhere)

for real, i let these oldheads indoctrinate
me into having thought to hate on artists like yf jodi (you’re making bangers, man)
it’s like the oldies
are the actual ones who are high on codeine
and don’t lionize the ogs (have some respect)
they never answered me
never told me quay their problem was (quay is your problem)
but now they’re asking me, “justin, you dumb motherf*cker…” (mande)

[hook 1]
why do you have to be all negative and sh*t? (quay)
negative and allege that we never give a sh*t (d*mn)
give no sh*t yourself and appeal to pessimist thinking
well f*ck, i’m always balling towards the betterment of this hitch (b*tch)

don’t 2 negatives make a positive? (quick maths)
i try to stay on top of things (i do)
but f*cks take those odds and ends (and rear end them)
and have them portrayed as inconsequent (quay’s the point)
***** are pointing fingers at me
like the day is opposite (yad)
i cannot side with the progressive message (commies)
because i’m just so negative and sh*t!
[verse 2]
i could have sworn this road was overdue
for repaving because it’s not up to par (like godd*mn)
then i remembered that it’s only due to
the *** ********** under my ***
(oh did you) come out of your nest to get a first date (worth a shot)
but it’s evident that you’ve got birdbrain (woah)
buy a sl*t a present for her birthday (nice)
(and she) doesn’t let you be present at her birthday (oh sh*t)

aww, sick invite you sick termite (please die)
can you give insight on this seeming birthright
to not, at least, be upfront with that you want nothing (dumb c*nt)
so i don’t have to deplete my whole summer
reeling you in with wholesomeness? (knew something was fishy)
turns out you were baiting me
now i just see devil, you weren’t tailored for me, you traitor
you eel, i’ll **** you into a ******* and (so many amperes)

earn a ******* charge any day of the week (batter up)
feeling icy, but instead of the *** or straight ***** you
i’ll just give ice a ring
(no cap, i will sorely miss president trump)
but that’s ok, cuz i just bought this *****
former male, it’s ****—d*mn
i misgendered, man, or her, the h*ll? (pr*nouns)
posthaste, i, easily, had to
evade like eazy*e and buzzed back to my h*i*v*e (eee)
sike, came back to ***** the *******
see that *****? (yeah)
go have a seat there (sure)
sike again, i was using that for our ******* (d*mn)
i’m bona fide, i really did just
make ***** (haha get it) of a hate crime, now you may cry
so does that answer your question? (does it?)

[hook 2]
because that’s why i have to be all negative and sh*t! (quay)
negative and allege that we never give a sh*t (d*mn)
give no sh*t yourself and appeal to pessimist thinking
well f*ck, i’m always balling towards the betterment of this hitch (b*tch)

[verse 3]
so i’m running late for work, going full throttle (yeah)
upshifted, or i sure thought so (huh)
ended up reverting to first gear (uh oh)
in an instant, split some pistons, k!lled the engine *money shift*
guess you can say i missed a shift, then (ricer)
i’ll be d*mned if, at this point, i can pay for college (uc scam diego)
guess my lyrics aren’t the only
thing of mine that’s way out of pocket *empty pockets*

i had left blueprints to retrofit
the structurally*deficient floor up on the
specific story that just collapsed *collapse*
so it’s sort of apt
to say that the plans fell through (sh*t, sh*t)
oldheads still tell me that my lessons are best (spiritual individual)
learned from the veterans of the rap legacy
so i chegg’d the test

but now the academic feds *sirens*
are trying to suspend me, but hey
like kendrick said, “f*ck integrity!”
so negative and sh*t
but i did just test positive… (for kung flu?)
for greatest mexican rapper alive (you sick, sl!ck f*ck)
merry christmas, again

[skit: grindley & mask gestapo]
sir, you need to keep your mask on at all times while on campus
welp, you just walked up to me so, aight dawg, mask on. sike, taking this sh*t off. i’m not even within 100 feet of a person at all
sir, i’m not going to ask you again. keep it on
quay are you going to do about it?
ok then, i will need to see your student id and you will be referred to student conduct because, by the policy, you’re not abiding
uhh…you can see my d*ck then refer this fist to your face
*misogynistic violence* ahh!
that’s right, and don’t come back, stupid*ass blonde! f*ck it, mask off. quay? i’m negative! that’s the 11th time i’ve said it!

[hook 3]
why do you have to be all negative and sh*t? (quay)
negative and allege that we never give a sh*t (d*mn)
give no sh*t yourself and appeal to pessimist thinking
well f*ck, i’m always balling towards the betterment of this hitch (b*tch)

- justin grindley lyrics

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