Sad
It's sad the way you tore me down
Now you want me back around
I know
Oh baby I know
It's sad the way you made me feel
Now you say what we had was real
I know
Oh baby I know
Said you were done and that you're never coming back
Your friends and family convinced you we could never last
Your father said I'll never make a living off of raps
Now you have the nerve to come and pop up from the past
Making money now you wanna be the main hoe
Just to be petty got your home girl on the payroll
It's confident so I can't tell you what I pay her for
Just let imaginations take hold
It's sad the way you tore me down
Now you want me back around
I know
Oh baby I know
It's sad the way you made me feel
Now your sayin what we had was real
I know
Oh baby I know
You and I, we were like suicide
Always hurting each other because of the love
And fucking up like some juveniles
I chase you around like a loser
What the fuck am I doing now
I'm stuck in this stupid town making music
Probably never gunna maneuver out
Fuck it though, when missiles stuck and broke
Cuz you got really nothing much to show
For all that hustle can't bust a flow
Yeah but who would know
No money or fame to prove it
The music must be untouchable
Labels won't come near
I fear that's its just an uphill road
It's a hard road to heaven
Gas pedal in the car
Till you're far from the devil
I got scars, all the hardships I went through
Way to mental, some would call nine eleven
I've been starved from the start like a dog in a kennel
Used to pull up to the venue
When no one showed up to the show
Highway home, put a pistol to my dome
Said fuck it I don't know if I really wanna be here anymore
What's the point of life if sadness is the only thing I know?
It's sad the way you tore me down
Now you want me back around
I know
Oh baby I know
It's sad the way you made me feel
Now you sayin what we had was real
I know
Oh baby i know
Now you want me back around
I know
Oh baby I know
It's sad the way you made me feel
Now you say what we had was real
I know
Oh baby I know
Said you were done and that you're never coming back
Your friends and family convinced you we could never last
Your father said I'll never make a living off of raps
Now you have the nerve to come and pop up from the past
Making money now you wanna be the main hoe
Just to be petty got your home girl on the payroll
It's confident so I can't tell you what I pay her for
Just let imaginations take hold
It's sad the way you tore me down
Now you want me back around
I know
Oh baby I know
It's sad the way you made me feel
Now your sayin what we had was real
I know
Oh baby I know
You and I, we were like suicide
Always hurting each other because of the love
And fucking up like some juveniles
I chase you around like a loser
What the fuck am I doing now
I'm stuck in this stupid town making music
Probably never gunna maneuver out
Fuck it though, when missiles stuck and broke
Cuz you got really nothing much to show
For all that hustle can't bust a flow
Yeah but who would know
No money or fame to prove it
The music must be untouchable
Labels won't come near
I fear that's its just an uphill road
It's a hard road to heaven
Gas pedal in the car
Till you're far from the devil
I got scars, all the hardships I went through
Way to mental, some would call nine eleven
I've been starved from the start like a dog in a kennel
Used to pull up to the venue
When no one showed up to the show
Highway home, put a pistol to my dome
Said fuck it I don't know if I really wanna be here anymore
What's the point of life if sadness is the only thing I know?
It's sad the way you tore me down
Now you want me back around
I know
Oh baby I know
It's sad the way you made me feel
Now you sayin what we had was real
I know
Oh baby i know
Credits
Writer(s): Luke Gawne, Sean M Haywood
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