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letra de sad thoughts - ruth vik b

[intro]
i be sad everyday
like dead–ss that sh-t ain’t funny
i try to keep my head up all the time while the negative sh-t be goin’ around
like, even though it’s mad annoying
even though i’m all alone
even though no one understands me
i’m sure there are other people who feel me
but we still gotta face it everyday
but it’s all good
because that sh-t shouldn’t stop us right?

f-ck, n-gg-s hatin’ on my game
no, don’t understand my pain
whoa, always staying in my lane
yea, don’t f-ck with me i’m insane
whoa, that’s the way it goes
yea, that’s the way it flows
yea, can’t afford o’s

[verse 1]
and i’m always staying clean
with those jays on my feet
always smoking that weed
never quitting that green
always on that working grind
no need to pay to other minds
that’s a waste of time
in my life
be my wife
let’s be straight, all my n-gg-s show me hate
that’s my fate, never show me love
was a plug, did too many drugs
i f-cked up, that’s what’s up
fill my cup, fill it all up
what the f-ck? this ain’t right
this was just too light (whoa)
and i’m thinking about reality
sh-t is way too sad for me
n-gg-s don’t wanna f-ck with me
smoking n-gg-s up for free
don’t understand what i see
different from others mentally
sad, but always smiling casually (yo)

without the drugs i just wouldn’t feel the best
while i’m sober i just keep on getting stressed
trying to find a job, hoping for no drug test
thinking all this is just getting me depressed

[chorus]
sh-t is wrong, stuck in my head, laying in bed
f-ck the feds, let’s get this bread, plan ahead
days away, all the way, f-ck what they say
n-gg-‘s don’t pay, they just fade away, like f-ck them motherf-ckers
only hopes i got in this is to pray

[verse 2]
bring back pac, bring back biggie, bring back x
n-gg-s talking about s-x, n-gg-s really trying to flex
blowing up for different necks, this sh-t makes no f-ckin’ sense
on my mom, this sh-t wrong. with the lord, he keeps me strong (yeah)
and it’s k swisha on the beat
always falling on god’s feet
always there when i’m in need
he always does the f-ckin’ most
he’s the reason i’m so close
thank you lord you are the goat
i’m friends with demons even tho they foes (whoa)
now, f-ck politics, f-ck the cops, f-ck the law
you can’t hide everything, after what i saw
n-gg-s ride that sh-t like it matters
but i’m just trying to climb my ladder
faking my smile, feeling like an actor
if this keeps going, then it’s the end of chapter (whoa)
as our world spins around, people round me cause me to frown
trying to make me look down, got to always stay high
helps me forget the bad times, ya’ll laughing now but this ain’t no lie
god gave us a limited amount of time (whoa)

without the drugs i just wouldn’t feel the best
while i’m sober i just keep on getting stressed
trying to find a job, hoping for no drug test
thinking all this is just getting me depressed

- ruth vik b

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