Sad Girl (feat. SoSoon)

Sad girl, what happened in your life?
That's weighing on your mind, got you strayin out of line
I don't mean sleeping with guys, 'cause that's no business of mine
Ain't no slut shaming in my game
When I say I worry about you, I mean in regards
To how your aura is dark
Can you please tell me how your arm got all those scars?
You're inflicting self-harm
I don't mean to be alarmed, Miss
But, that shit can't go on
I'm concerned for you and yes, I know I'm not your Mom
You don't need a rapper to try and write you a song
To try and help you along
I wish I could do more
'Cause I see your value and your charm
Whatevers on your mind you should feel free to release it
'Cause it seems to me you're seeking to be at peace with your demons
And I've seen it all before - You bottle it but don't speak it
If you need help, please don't be afraid to seek it
We all have demons and stuff inside that keep us up at night
Nothing is worth contemplating snuffing out your fucking life
Your parents just don't understand
They think the answers to all of your problems is another man
But every time you fell in love, it was a fucking scam
So it's a struggle to ever let yourself trust a man
Or ever let yourself love again
But, you're worthy of love, just give it time and you'll understand

Sad woman, Mad woman 'cause bad humans
Lack luster, lackin' lovers - mad stupid
Can't touch 'em, mad flaccid, lack fluid
Who the fuck is mass producing -
All this little dick energy, is bad pollution
For the Earth, and her seeds producin' bad juices
For what it's worth - all these scenes make for classic movies
I'm so immersed, hope in the end you cheesin' Ratatouille
Act one - he seems attractive, don't get attached, hun
The tactics, to get some ass quick, I've seen it happen
In Act two - he puts an act up
Lights, Camera, Action
He's going Ghost - less like Power, much more like Casper
He don't call back much, he must got back-ups
Back up!
He got the stats, but something just don't add up
You ask him
"Yo, what's our status?", he's so combative
Can't understand why you so mad UGH
I hate that every woman that I know has had one
Had two, too few
Had four, had more
Not just jerks, plus it's work
They don't pay what she's worth
Double minority - Black and her gender wears skirts
And it hurts
Something bad, When you strive to do good
See her drive is kaput
She would thrive if she could
Shouldn't - need a magic wand to be treated equal
I see you
The magic's gone, but hope you get it back in the sequel