S.O.B.S.
I'm so sick of being sad
I'm sick, I'm sick
I don't wanna do that shit
No more, no more
Why the fuck I'm always mad
Why I'm so mad? Mad
I don't wanna do that shit
No more
Okay I cool down
I get cool now
I get lit
Okay I'm cool now
She say I need her digits
And I say hi, she say low
I hate that shit
Yeah I might cry
It might show
But I don't trip
You know my mood
It like to swing
That's why I'm nauseous
And I don't get no benefit from being cautious
And if I blow up Imma blow up how I want
And I don't need y'all
At all
I'm so sick of being sad
I'm sick, I'm sick
I don't wanna do that shit
No more, no more
Why the fuck I'm always mad
Why I'm so mad? Mad
I don't wanna do that shit
No more
I need me a Tylenol
Don't find it all appealing
But my mind is all
Like kinda off
I'm feeling like a Microsoft
I might've dropped a couple of the mines I got
Their mine to pot and fill in
I don't mind at all
'Cuz life is all for feeling
And I'm hype for all
The times I'll fall
'Cuz really then I'm fine and all
I wipe it off
I'm feeling like I'm hyper strong
No hype at all
I roll it and I Light it off
I might've coughed
A little bit cuz I have got
The fyest pot
I also got The nicest mom
Fire song
Little bit of thyme and salt
Little bit of time is all
I'll ever really need
Watch the mic drop
(Skit)
I'm so sick of being sad
I'm sick, I'm sick
I don't wanna do that shit
No more, no more
Why the fuck I'm always mad
Why I'm so mad? Mad
I don't wanna do that shit
No more
I'm sick, I'm sick
I don't wanna do that shit
No more, no more
Why the fuck I'm always mad
Why I'm so mad? Mad
I don't wanna do that shit
No more
Okay I cool down
I get cool now
I get lit
Okay I'm cool now
She say I need her digits
And I say hi, she say low
I hate that shit
Yeah I might cry
It might show
But I don't trip
You know my mood
It like to swing
That's why I'm nauseous
And I don't get no benefit from being cautious
And if I blow up Imma blow up how I want
And I don't need y'all
At all
I'm so sick of being sad
I'm sick, I'm sick
I don't wanna do that shit
No more, no more
Why the fuck I'm always mad
Why I'm so mad? Mad
I don't wanna do that shit
No more
I need me a Tylenol
Don't find it all appealing
But my mind is all
Like kinda off
I'm feeling like a Microsoft
I might've dropped a couple of the mines I got
Their mine to pot and fill in
I don't mind at all
'Cuz life is all for feeling
And I'm hype for all
The times I'll fall
'Cuz really then I'm fine and all
I wipe it off
I'm feeling like I'm hyper strong
No hype at all
I roll it and I Light it off
I might've coughed
A little bit cuz I have got
The fyest pot
I also got The nicest mom
Fire song
Little bit of thyme and salt
Little bit of time is all
I'll ever really need
Watch the mic drop
(Skit)
I'm so sick of being sad
I'm sick, I'm sick
I don't wanna do that shit
No more, no more
Why the fuck I'm always mad
Why I'm so mad? Mad
I don't wanna do that shit
No more
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Writer(s): Mason Gutierrez
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