Absolut-P - ...Sadly (feat. 90sfunk)

Sadly, sadly, uhh
Sad dad club
(Uh-oh, close the door)
Yeah
Sadly, I been doing drugs for recreation
Strangers outside for me, bro got em waiting
Aye, sadly, I been doing drugs cause I ain’t patient
Yeah
Sadly, I been doing drugs for recreation
Strangers outside for me, bro got em waiting
Aye, sadly, I been doing drugs cause I ain’t patient
Sadly
Sadly, umph
Sadly
Sadly, I been doing drugs for recreation
Strangers outside for me, bro got em waiting
Hmm, an these e’s bussin', aye, just like thot
Oh, yo bitch going up, who woulda thought
No, I’m in the mall, aye, I ain’t Paul Blart
Smoking white gushers, all my hoes love me
An stay with Addy's, like a Uber driver
And I got Molly on me, you think this is Insecure
Back-back to the mall, I was at the ATM, I hit it
Prolly in a mall, that yo' dumb ass ain’t been in
Why you all in business trying to act like you friend
I already know my brothers got my back, 'til the end
Niggas been fake, I’mma let these niggas show they skin
Go ahead do you, I’mma do me, again
Rockstar, tell a bad bitch that, to her face
Sadly, I’ll rather have drugs in yo place
Sadly, I’d rather go and get me some cake
Funny thing, skinny nigga, I don’t even eat cake
Smokin’ birthday cake, all these I do recreational
Strangers outside for me, don’t give a fuck if they waiting
Wanna get high, you gone be patient
This drug combo, make you feel touched by an angel
Moviez!
Sadly, I been doing drugs for recreation
Strangers outside for me, bro got em waiting
Aye, sadly, I been doing drugs, cause I ain’t patient
Yeah
Sadly, I been doing drugs for recreation
Strangers outside for me, bro got em waiting
Aye, sadly, I been doing drugs cause I ain’t patient
Sadly
Sadly, umph
Sadly
Sadly, I been doing drugs for recreation
Strangers outside for me, bro got em waiting
(Uh-oh, close the door)
Damn, I’m such a fuck up
Only gettin' hurt, I ran my luck up
Evil made me bother people, made me stuck up
I can’t keep a fucking job, don’t know when to shut up
Aye, sadly, I can’t be like you
Sight of you, make a niggaa wanna fight you
You ain’t no man, you a fucking Caillou
An my brother got a crib, it got a sky view, motivate me to get mine too
Uhh
Energy is feeding my anxiety, go away
I don’t wanna talk to you, make me feel, some type a way
Make me want a cigarette, but I don’t like Newport’s, you sorta make me think I’m too cool for you, uhh
Such a loser, take this L
Got up, turn my phone off
Yeah, yeah, yeah, eh
Dike mode, outer space, rolling up
I ain’t takin phone calls, no, no, uh, uh,
Wait
Who is this knocking at my door, aye
Steady asking for a handout, uh
I ain’t got no hands now, oou
Sadly, I done ran out
Sadly, I been doing drugs for recreation

Written by:
Jerell Gauff, Stevin Taylor

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