Testo Sh*t Sad - ian
Testo della canzone Sh*t Sad (ian), tratta dall'album Goodbye Horses
(Haha, what the fu-?)
(Haha, what the fu-?)
(Haha, what the fu-?)
We just blew through all that gas, yeah
Huh, I can't believe we just-
Huh (yeah)
I can't believe we just blew through all that gas still
High as can be, tryna remember how my past feel
Tired of askin' God why every day felt like the last one
I swear that I'd be fine if she would finally throw that ass on me
Swear, baby, I swear we'll be just fine, but goddamn
You really know how to kill my vibe, I'm not playin'
Gotta be careful who you laughin' with, shit sad
But you'll get handled if you don't handle shit (o-okay)
Five hunnid dollar blunt, I'm not passin' it (damn)
If it did not come from us, shit not accurate
Girl, it's four o'clock, a.m., why we chattin' still?
Damn, ho slid through to eat, then dipped, Guy Fieri shit
Huh, I'm in Paris, you in Paris, let's do Paris shit
Huh, hey, fuck up out your bed on that sad shit
Huh, hey, strand after strand, ransack my thought
Hell nah, fuck goin' band for band, y'all don't have enough
I can't believe we just blew through all that gas still
High as can be, tryna remember how my past feel
Tired of askin' God why every day felt like the last one
I swear that I'd be fine if she would finally throw that ass on me
Swear, baby, I swear we'll be just fine, but goddamn
You really know how to kill my vibe, I'm not playin'
Gotta be careful who you laughin' with, shit sad
But you'll get handled if you don't handle shit (yeah)
Smokin' gas and leanin'
Heard a nigga hatin', tell him, "Suck my penis"
She got good brain, she a motherfuckin' genius
And I got racks like Serena and Venus
I get money, nigga, schemin'
Up Ben Franklin, he got the bitches screamin'
Momma said, "Stop," but her baby still leanin'
Pull up in a V12, they ain't never seen it (seen it)
Let's go do some money shit
I'ma keep it a hunnid, and these niggas on some funny shit
I'ma keep it a hunnid if these niggas on some funny shit
Let's go do some money shit, let's go do some money shit
I done got used to this shit
Baby, I'm her boo, only if I knew what I do, what I do
If you think I need you, girl, you wrong as two left shoe
Only if you do what you needed to do (yeah, yeah, l-let's go do some mo-)
I can't believe we just blew through all that gas still
High as can be, tryna remember how my past feel
Tired of askin' God why every day felt like the last one
I swear that I'd be fine if she would finally throw that ass on me
Swear, baby, I swear we'll be just fine, but goddamn
You really know how to kill my vibe, I'm not playin'
Gotta be careful who you laughin' with, shit sad
But you'll get handled if you don't handle shit (yeah, yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Ian Smith, Keith Cozart, Asmil Rodriguez
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