Fvck being SAD
 作词 : Carlos St. John Phillips
 作曲 : Carlos St. John Phillips
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 **** 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 **** being sad (Hey)
 I been going through it, had some real bad months
 The city where I grew up, I been back once (Hey)
 Don't wanna go to funerals for people that young
 I'm done, so **** bein' sad

 I done [?], finally got me a crib, oh
 Find my own way to ball, and then never learn 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
 Some nights it's hard enough to put on the kettle

 **** 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 **** being sad (Hey)
 I been going through it, had some real bad months
 The city where I grew up, I been back once (Hey)
 Don't wanna go to funerals for people that young
 I'm done, so **** 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' my 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 packed with the 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

 **** 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 **** being sad (Hey)
 I been going through it, had some real bad months
 The city where I grew up, I been back once (Hey)
 Don't wanna go to funerals for people that young
 I'm done, so **** bein' young
 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 **** being sad (Hey)
 I been going through it, had some real bad months
 The city where I grew up, I been back once (Hey)
 Don't wanna go to funerals for people that young
 I'm done, so **** bein' sad