Sad Story
Yo Yo
So are you here or are you gone
A victim to your thoughts was incoherent all along
The zombie walking form
If fear was walking for him prolly run right into something new
Then lie to those we love then go lie up with hoes that fuck with you
But pressure don't like drugs
Pressure don't like dreams
Pressure make you pay for every word just like a silk screen
As men taught not to feel things
Its worse now that we film things
They'll do it for the clout, the mockery of real things
And damn when I was young, never knew just what the fuck I'd be
Never knew I'd have ya, the real you to come and fuck with me
I'm doin things so luckily that get me into heaven
The bridge to fly me over, reach back and don't forget em
It's just another sad story
A victim to your thoughts so please get in your bag for me
Your thoughts control your walk on every blunt that drag for me
I sound just like your mama boy get off yo ass for me
It's just another sad story
A victim to your thoughts so please get in your bag for me
Your thoughts control your walk on every blunt that drag for me
I sound just like your brother boy get off yo ass for me
And let's work
And this is what you asked for tho
That shit that keep me up at night, house up and pass go tho
Monopolize my time tryna get out and get some mo doe
Cause boy I got more shit than every horse up on yo polo
My vocals they go loco! (loco)
I'm local on location
Aye fuck that shit bro I go working on vacation
Ain't preaching shit I'm pimpin watch me, demonstration
Oh yeah that's me they call me Dr. lack of patience
While they knockin out ya braces
I need more ventilation
I breathe and count them faces
Out-train em every station came with heavy information
I been down in the pitfalls, in places they won't go tho
You know you hate them people but still smile in every photo
Sad Story
It's just another sad story
A victim to your thoughts so please get in your bag for me
Your thoughts control your walk on every blunt that drag for me
I sound just like your mama boy get off yo ass for me
It's just another sad story
A victim to your thoughts so please get in your bag for me
Your thoughts control your walk on every blunt that drag for me
I sound just like your brother boy get off yo ass for me
And let's work
So are you here or are you gone
A victim to your thoughts was incoherent all along
The zombie walking form
If fear was walking for him prolly run right into something new
Then lie to those we love then go lie up with hoes that fuck with you
But pressure don't like drugs
Pressure don't like dreams
Pressure make you pay for every word just like a silk screen
As men taught not to feel things
Its worse now that we film things
They'll do it for the clout, the mockery of real things
And damn when I was young, never knew just what the fuck I'd be
Never knew I'd have ya, the real you to come and fuck with me
I'm doin things so luckily that get me into heaven
The bridge to fly me over, reach back and don't forget em
It's just another sad story
A victim to your thoughts so please get in your bag for me
Your thoughts control your walk on every blunt that drag for me
I sound just like your mama boy get off yo ass for me
It's just another sad story
A victim to your thoughts so please get in your bag for me
Your thoughts control your walk on every blunt that drag for me
I sound just like your brother boy get off yo ass for me
And let's work
And this is what you asked for tho
That shit that keep me up at night, house up and pass go tho
Monopolize my time tryna get out and get some mo doe
Cause boy I got more shit than every horse up on yo polo
My vocals they go loco! (loco)
I'm local on location
Aye fuck that shit bro I go working on vacation
Ain't preaching shit I'm pimpin watch me, demonstration
Oh yeah that's me they call me Dr. lack of patience
While they knockin out ya braces
I need more ventilation
I breathe and count them faces
Out-train em every station came with heavy information
I been down in the pitfalls, in places they won't go tho
You know you hate them people but still smile in every photo
Sad Story
It's just another sad story
A victim to your thoughts so please get in your bag for me
Your thoughts control your walk on every blunt that drag for me
I sound just like your mama boy get off yo ass for me
It's just another sad story
A victim to your thoughts so please get in your bag for me
Your thoughts control your walk on every blunt that drag for me
I sound just like your brother boy get off yo ass for me
And let's work
Credits
Writer(s): Hugh Butler
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