Testo Sad Story - Ady Suleiman
Testo della canzone Sad Story (Ady Suleiman), tratta dall'album Memories
Sad story, might find it boring
Lost his mum to a drug named heroin
Father's gone, so grandma's left with everything
Two grandkids and a daughter's coffin
I never really knew him when he was growing up
But I assumed that it was a little fucked
No parents for him to look up to
Just a brother whom I knew was a dodgy fuck
Later on, second school and
You would probably call us friends
But a more appropriate word is a social acquaintance
'Cause if I'm honest, I never really gave a shit
I used to think he was a dick
Tried too hard to fit
And never grow out of it
Now he don't talk too much, talk too much
He's probably given up, given up
I think he's had enough, had enough
'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck
Now he don't talk too much, talk too much
He's probably given up, given up
I think he's had enough, had enough
'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck
Never left his home town
That's what probably did it
Never saw the other worlds
That he didn't want to go and get it
Occupied by fitting in where minds are small
Where small things make the small things feel so tall
Will he ever change?
Well apparently
He reapplied for college and was waiting for his grades
Would it help his case?
Oh, I couldn't ever say
Now he don't talk too much, talk too much
He's probably given up, given up
I think he's had enough, had enough
'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck
Now he don't talk too much, talk too much
He's probably given up, given up
I think he's had enough, had enough
'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck
But wait, my lights out, a night out
Brothers in town, some doubt
A few fights, now kicked out clubs, shit the sun's up
One look's all it took for his girl to cuss at another
Dudes being dudes
They blow at the chest to impress these breasts
That'd just started this mess
They must protect the damsel in distress
So other girl's man decides to clench his fists
And then he threw and missed
Brothers hit, as did his
Dropped him quick, then one kick to the head
Oh shit, other man is dead
Now he don't talk too much, talk too much
He's probably given up, given up
I think he's had enough, had enough
'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck
Now he don't talk too much, talk too much
He's probably given up, given up
I think he's had enough, had enough
'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck
And now he's locked away
21 years of age
How many lives will go to waste
As far as graves
Until I see some fucking change?
And I don't even know why
We continue to
Fight one another now
Now he don't talk too much, talk too much
He's probably given up, given up
I think he's had enough, had enough
'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck
Now he don't talk too much, talk too much
He's probably given up, given up
I think he's had enough, had enough
'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck
Now he don't talk too much, talk too much
He's probably given up, given up
I think he's had enough, had enough
'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck
Life is so precious, well
Sometimes I forget, but hell
When I see death
Credits
Writer(s): Giordano Cremona, Federico Mercuri, Ady Suleiman, Edward Matthew Black
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