Fvck being SAD
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Fuck being sad
Somedays, I don't even wanna get dressed up
I'm sick and tired of waking up to peer pressure
I'm 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 bein' sad
I done sent mom a criby, finally got me a crib, oh
Find 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 hard enough to put on the kettle, I never settle down
So fuck being sad
Somedays, I don't even wanna get dressed up
I'm sick and tired of waking up to peer pressure
I'm 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 bein' sad (ayy)
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 momma cryin' 'bout money, my sister really been stressin'
Heart colder than ever, that's from a lack of affection
On the train with my uniform, I'm 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
I'm 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 bein' sad
Somedays, I don't even wanna get dressed up
I'm sick and tired of waking up to peer pressure
I'm 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 bein' sad