Sad Girl ft. So=Cal & SoSoon Lyrics

Sad girl, what happened in your life?

That's weighing on your mind, got you strayin out of line

I don't mean sleeping with guys, 'cause that's no business of mine

Ain't no slut shaming in my game

When I say I worry about you, I mean in regards

To how your aura is dark

Can you please tell me how your arm got all those scars?

You're inflicting self-harm

I don't mean to be alarmed, Miss

But, that shit can't go on

I'm concerned for you and yes, I know I'm not your Mom

You don't need a rapper to try and write you a song

To try and help you along

I wish I could do more

'Cause I see your value and your charm

Whatevers on your mind you should feel free to release it

'Cause it seems to me you're seeking to be at peace with your demons

And I've seen it all before - You bottle it but don't speak it

If you need help, please don't be afraid to seek it

We all have demons and stuff inside that keep us up at night

Nothing is worth contemplating snuffing out your fucking life

Your parents just don't understand

They think the answers to all of your problems is another man

But every time you fell in love, it was a fucking scam

So it's a struggle to ever let yourself trust a man

Or ever let yourself love again

But, you're worthy of love, just give it time and you'll understand

Sad woman, Mad woman 'cause bad humans

Lack luster, lackin' lovers - mad stupid

Can't touch 'em, mad flaccid, lack fluid

Who the fuck is mass producing -

All this little dick energy, is bad pollution

For the Earth, and her seeds producin' bad juices

For what it's worth - all these scenes make for classic movies

I'm so immersed, hope in the end you cheesin' Ratatouille

Act one - he seems attractive, don't get attached, hun

The tactics, to get some ass quick, I've seen it happen

In Act two - he puts an act up

Lights, Camera, Action

He's going Ghost - less like Power, much more like Casper

He don't call back much, he must got back-ups

Back up!

He got the stats, but something just don't add up

You ask him

"Yo, what's our status?", he's so combative

Can't understand why you so mad UGH

I hate that every woman that I know has had one

Had two, too few

Had four, had more

Not just jerks, plus it's work

They don't pay what she's worth

Double minority - Black and her gender wears skirts

And it hurts

Something bad, When you strive to do good

See her drive is kaput

She would thrive if she could

Shouldn't - need a magic wand to be treated equal

I see you

The magic's gone, but hope you get it back in the sequel