Yes I’m Sad

Grew up bangin' broad day
Nothing was easy, learned the hard way
My heart was stuck-up in the dark place
Mama taught me right, I went the wrong way
Did so much dirt, sometimes, I can't look at my own face

I get in my feelings when I think about my past
My best friend's son never got to see his dad
I'ma be there for his mama even though sometimes we clash
Got two parents, missin' one and one day, he gon' know the math, huh

Hollow tips bussin' out the mag' (alright)
I'm scarred for life, I done seen plenty body bags (oh Lord)
I done slowed, but still runnin' from my past (oh yeah)
Said, "I'm alright", but I just really need a laugh, yeah

I might block you out even thought I'm really feeling you
I know how it feel when the person you love ain't really into you
I woke up depressed, forgive me if I have offended you
The blogs be hurting my feeling, I don't wanna to do no interviews
(Wanna do no interviews)

Keep a poker-face, so, they can't see I'm really mad
I know it's hard to tell, but baby, yes, I'm sad

Tryna hold my anger like a lid
When I get mad, I wanna split a nigga wig
Playing with my name, they just don't know how I real it get
Say what you want, but you better not bring up my kid (not bring up my kid)
My dawg in jail, he was clutchin' on the metal (clutchin' on the metal)
I send him money tryna make him feel better (make him feel better)
Sippin' on lean, tryna keep my mind mellow (my mind mellow)
Antisocial might night even tell you, "hello" (tell you hello)

Keep a poker-face, so, they can't see I'm really mad
I know it's hard to tell, but baby, yes, I'm sad (yes, I'm sad)



Credits
Writer(s): Unknown Composer Author, Norman Payne, Fredrick Ii Givens
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