Fvck being SAD Songtext
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Fvck being SAD Songtext
Oh
Oh
Oh (Ayy, Santo)
Ayy
Fuck being sad
Somedays, I don′t even wanna get dressed up
I'm sick and tired of waking up to peer pressure
Stressed out, stressed out, always mess up (Hey)
I′m trying, but fuck being sad (Hey)
I been going through it, had some real bad months
The city where I grew up, I ain't been back once (Hey)
Don't wanna go to funerals for people that young
I′m done, so fuck being sad
I just left my new cribby, finally got me a cripple
Found my own way to ballin′ and never learned how to dribble
First they like how I scrabble, then they like how I scribble
I paint my pictures with words, I hope you notice the riddle
Wish I was friends with my ex, but her heart is too brittle
She still hate me a little, that still hurt me a little
I come up from the bottom, you know I'm fresh out the ghetto
On nights it′s hot enough to put on the kettle, I never settle, um
So fuck being sad
Somedays, I don't even wanna get dressed up
I′m sick and tired of waking up to peer pressure
Stressed out, stressed out, always mess up
I'm trying, but fuck being sad
I been going through it, had some real bad months
The city where I grew up, I ain′t been back once (Hey)
Don't wanna go to funerals for people that young (Ayy)
I'm done, so fuck being sad
I had to drop out of college, that shit was truly a blessing
I went and got me a job, you gotta hear my confession
My mama cryin′ ′bout money, my sister really be stressin'
Heart colder than ever, that′s from a lack of affection
On the train with my uniform, arm packin' a weapon
′Cause it can happen in seconds, I don't be lackin′, I'm steppin'
That was back in ′010, thank God you tracked my progression
I thought my father missin′ wouldn't effect it
That′s a lesson for all
So fuck being sad
Somedays, I don't even wanna get dressed up
I′m sick and tired of waking up to peer pressure
Stressed out, stressed out, always mess up
I'm trying, but fuck being sad
I been going through it, had some real bad months
The city where I grew up, I been back once
Don′t wanna go to funerals for people that young
I'm done, so fuck being young
Somedays, I don't even wanna get dressed up
I′m sick and tired of waking up to peer pressure
Stressed out, stressed out, always mess up
I′m trying, but fuck being sad
I been going through it, had some real bad months
The city where I grew up, I been back once
Don't wanna go to funerals for people that young
I′m done, so fuck being sad
Oh
Oh (Ayy, Santo)
Ayy
Fuck being sad
Somedays, I don′t even wanna get dressed up
I'm sick and tired of waking up to peer pressure
Stressed out, stressed out, always mess up (Hey)
I′m trying, but fuck being sad (Hey)
I been going through it, had some real bad months
The city where I grew up, I ain't been back once (Hey)
Don't wanna go to funerals for people that young
I′m done, so fuck being sad
I just left my new cribby, finally got me a cripple
Found my own way to ballin′ and never learned how to dribble
First they like how I scrabble, then they like how I scribble
I paint my pictures with words, I hope you notice the riddle
Wish I was friends with my ex, but her heart is too brittle
She still hate me a little, that still hurt me a little
I come up from the bottom, you know I'm fresh out the ghetto
On nights it′s hot enough to put on the kettle, I never settle, um
So fuck being sad
Somedays, I don't even wanna get dressed up
I′m sick and tired of waking up to peer pressure
Stressed out, stressed out, always mess up
I'm trying, but fuck being sad
I been going through it, had some real bad months
The city where I grew up, I ain′t been back once (Hey)
Don't wanna go to funerals for people that young (Ayy)
I'm done, so fuck being sad
I had to drop out of college, that shit was truly a blessing
I went and got me a job, you gotta hear my confession
My mama cryin′ ′bout money, my sister really be stressin'
Heart colder than ever, that′s from a lack of affection
On the train with my uniform, arm packin' a weapon
′Cause it can happen in seconds, I don't be lackin′, I'm steppin'
That was back in ′010, thank God you tracked my progression
I thought my father missin′ wouldn't effect it
That′s a lesson for all
So fuck being sad
Somedays, I don't even wanna get dressed up
I′m sick and tired of waking up to peer pressure
Stressed out, stressed out, always mess up
I'm trying, but fuck being sad
I been going through it, had some real bad months
The city where I grew up, I been back once
Don′t wanna go to funerals for people that young
I'm done, so fuck being young
Somedays, I don't even wanna get dressed up
I′m sick and tired of waking up to peer pressure
Stressed out, stressed out, always mess up
I′m trying, but fuck being sad
I been going through it, had some real bad months
The city where I grew up, I been back once
Don't wanna go to funerals for people that young
I′m done, so fuck being sad
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