S.O.B.S.

I'm so sick of being sad I'm sick, I'm sick I don't wanna do that shit No more, no more Why the f*ck I'm always mad Why I'm so mad? Mad I don't wanna do that shit No more Okay I cool down I get cool now I get lit Okay I'm cool now She say I need her digits And I say hi, she say low I hate that shit Yeah I might cry It might show But I don't trip You know my mood It like to swing That's why I'm nauseous And I don't get no benefit from being cautious And if I blow up Imma blow up how I want And I don't need y'all At all I'm so sick of being sad I'm sick, I'm sick I don't wanna do that shit No more, no more Why the f*ck I'm always mad Why I'm so mad? Mad I don't wanna do that shit No more I need me a Tylenol Don't find it all appealing But my mind is all Like kinda off I'm feeling like a Microsoft I might've dropped a couple of the mines I got Their mine to pot and fill in I don't mind at all 'Cuz life is all for feeling And I'm hype for all The times I'll fall 'Cuz really then I'm fine and all I wipe it off I'm feeling like I'm hyper strong No hype at all I roll it and I Light it off I might've coughed A little bit cuz I have got The fyest pot I also got The nicest mom Fire song Little bit of thyme and salt Little bit of time is all I'll ever really need Watch the mic drop (Skit) I'm so sick of being sad I'm sick, I'm sick I don't wanna do that shit No more, no more Why the f*ck I'm always mad Why I'm so mad? Mad I don't wanna do that shit No more