...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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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