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The Last Sad Song

 

The Last Sad Song


(Pipe that shit up, TNT)
Uh, mhmm, ah
Ooh, mhmm
(Trap jumping like 2-3)
Nah

Ain't get to talk to grandma, but I know she feeling bad
We lost auntie bara, right after we lost grandad
Times getting harder, it be too much on my brain
I know Deja's smiling, the only one who understood my pain
It's safe to say it's getting deeper
'Cause the reaper taking my people, my dreams are getting cheaper
But music ain't felt the same since I met Timmy and Quesha
I was laying on my bed, finna write me a poem
And my phone started ringing, it was homie
And he told me if it ain't killing you, nigga, it's making you stronger
Stay far away from fuck niggas and the Corona, and I smiled
Yeah, I smiled, 'cause I been battling these demons since I was a lil' child
Time let 'em go, I just thought I'd let you know that my heart been broke
Ever since I jumped off the porch
I come out that bottom
I was swimming with the piranhas
And for them commas, I would tie up a nigga momma
Filled with aggression, in the middle of a depression
Bitch, I was stressing, feeling unwanted and accepted
Kicked out the house
Going back and forth with ol' girl at ol' nana couch
Feeling like fuck the world
Still to this day, I can hear myself say
"Get off your ass, it's time to go make something shake"
This ain't Hollywood, this the middle of the trenches
That was the beginning, a young nigga finally did it
Niggas be in they feelings, we stack that money to the ceiling
I ain't left the house in two months and I made two million, so so so

So fuck you, and fuck him too, and fuck you too
Don't wanna lose control, so between you and me
I was kinda hoping this could be the last sad song, ooh
Yeah, yeah
The last sad song, ooh
Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah ah
Yeah dawg, yeah dawg
The last sad song
It be the last sad song, but I know it won't 'cause
Life goes on so this can't be the last sad song
(On and on, on and on and on)
You feel me? I don't really talk, this shit be inside
(On and on, on and on and on)
When I finally get touched up in my head and it all just come out
(On and on, on and on and on)
You feel me? (On and on, on and on and on)
Real shit, ooh (On and on, on and on and on)
So this can't be the last sad song, brrah

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