Sadboy lyrics

My own fears got the best of me, she got what's left of me
Now everything I own in a box to the left of me
She left on me, tried to do the righty she turned left on me
The recipe was gone now the sauce is all I got left on me

Back to this quarter roll, ten bucks, ciggy packet
Rap ain't paying my bills I'm so sick of slinging packets
I ain't making no money I need a bigger bracket
The world is yours but most these cats be too sh*t to grab it

My b*tch's had it with these b*tches I've had
See my self every time I seeing them pics of my dad
Look my son in the eyes I think all the things I done bad
I'm over-thinking so I bring over some b*tch to my pad

Help me get over this sh*t I'm over-thinking at that
Sober drinking this lean so I take a brick from the bag
I got bottles off the plug now the addiction is back
I know I'm just getting older homie this sh*t's getting sad

Sadboy

But everytime that I'm alone, pictures of you in my head
Suicidal on my own that's why all these different b*tches in my bed
Know where I can call a home? I'm so f*ckin sick of living in my head
Swear to god if I keep going on another 6 months I'll be dead
I'd change the day DOCS took my little brother
f*ck the system, f*ck the pigs, even f*ck my mother
I hate that b*tch it f*cking hurts me cause I tried to love her
My exes tell me I'm damaged I probably won't recover

But they the ones who wanna f*ck me still
I dunno when I'm dreaming or what the f*ck be real
I keep waking up screaming I'm thinking f*ck these pills
I've been starving my whole life I would love three meals

I'm sick with my stomach hungry I'm sick with my stomach filled
I'm sick of these f*ckin junkies who owin' me money still
Sick of these rappers spitting their sh*t out but nothing real
I'm sick of this sh*t I'm looking so sick like I'm puffing still