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Sad Money

 

Sad Money

(album: Francis - 2022)


I'm told I'm just stressed
I feel it in my chest
And it's getting heavy
Will somebody help me?

When I was younger, I felt like a loser
Kids called me stupid on my dad's computer
I wanted to be like the rappers on TV
But no one believed in me
There were nights where I'd have nightmares
I was rolling, cold sweat and my whole bed's like an ocean
Sinking, fucking thinking of my death
Asked my parents about it and

I'm told I'm just stressed
I feel it in my chest
And it's getting heavy
Will somebody help me?
I'm hanging by a thread
But everyone's depressed
'Cause sadness is trendy
Guess it pays to feel empty
Now I'm rich as fuck

When I got older I felt like a loser
Almost killed myself because of some rumors
I wanted to prove to the world that I changed
But they want me to hang (Shit)
There are nights where I have nightmares of my childhood
Mom's sick, always haunted by the sight of it
Sinking, now I'm singing all the words
Made a mil' off being hurt

I'm told I'm just stressed
I feel it in my chest
And it's getting heavy
Will somebody help me?
I'm hanging by a thread
But everyone's depressed
'Cause sadness is trendy
Guess it pays to feel empty
Now I'm rich as fuck
Now I'm rich as fuck

It's so sad that sadness is making cash for these assholes
Like, "Yeah a kid's in a casket, but look at the mathematics"
We glamorize being damaged while damaging all our fans
I profit off being honest, but I want you to understand
That every lyric I write, I lived
Everything that I said, I meant
Every word on the internet ain't shit unless I say it is
I ain't here to babysit
I play the game and I came to win
I pray to god that he takes me in 'cause

I'm told I'm just stressed
I feel it in my chest
And it's getting heavy
Will somebody help me?
I'm hanging by a thread
But everyone's depressed
'Cause sadness is trendy
Guess it pays to feel empty
Now I'm rich as fuck

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