Fuck Being Sad. - Go-Jo

Mhmm You gotta come from Where I come from to feel (Mad DJ on the beat now) (Spread up, all niggas gonna hear 'bout this shit) (I am useful, I ain't on my-, eh) (I ain't on my-, ah) (Fucking crazy on god) Why niggas say that they gon' ride for you, look around they change up? 'Member I was broke as fuck, I had to get my change up E'ry time something bad happens, why they bring my name up? I'm just trying move my family out the hood, fuck being famous I say fuck being famous, be able tryna get some money Dior bags full of hundreds, dare you to take it from me Fuck helping on ex for nothing, kept my heart, niggas ain't gon' find it Big boss eat bread and hummus, fuck the price, got panic on us Down bad I still smile, I can't show nobody how I really feel You fucking with the ops, smiling in my face, that shit gon' get you killed I said where I from shit really real But now the clips they really peal I keep my truth, I really drill This is the life I really live And ain't nobody gave me nothing, the fuck you mean? I wanna post a picture with all of that money, my whole team on Ain't talking 'bout no shoulder but you know I got that lean on Put my mask on, gloves on, you know what that mean though Let me skrrt, skrrt, it's time to ride Are you still in base? It's time to slide Thought you told the truth but you really lied Told you I got the one that you left me blind These nigga ring could grab you behind Ain't mad boss, say I couldn't find You can't come back, you can't stay alive Yeah you alright? I'm doin' fine Why niggas say that they gon' ride for you, look around they change up? 'Member I was broke as fuck, I had to get my change up E'ry time something bad happens, why they bring my name up? I'm just trying move my family out the hood, fuck being famous I say fuck being famous, be able tryna get some money Dior bags full of hundreds, dare you to take it from me Fuck helping on ex for nothing, kept my heart, niggas ain't gone find it Big boss eat bread and hummus, fuck the price, got panic on us

Are you on this side of town? Could you be beside me right now? You could ask me that anywhere I'd say, "Be there soon" Love don't get better than you I stood for a breath at your door Just to let it sink in a bit more However you held me that night, I just knew Love don't get better than you And I still don't know what you've done to me I'm just a sad corny fuck suddenly I still don't know what you've done to me Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I was naive in your arms I was naive from the start I felt it back then Can't you tell I still do Love don't get better than you And I know I held on for too long Somehow that never felt wrong But now that you're gone I'm just scared it's still true Love don't get better than you And I still don't know what you've done to me I'm just a sad corny fuck suddenly I still don't know what you've done to me Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I keep your love notes in a drawer I know you don't feel that way anymore It just feels nice knowing you're really used too Love don't get better than you And I know it'll just take more time If I don't let the memories die But in every girl's eyes I just find some more proof Love don't get better than you

Repeat to yourself that they're not really gone Time has proven That fooling yourself into believing a lie Is the most effective way To deal with things you have no control over Keep listening to the mixtapes they made you Overanalyze every single word you hear "Was this a sign that things were going wrong" No no, you were the one that cared too hard, not them Stay up every single night staring at your phone Either attempting to gather up the courage To turn these demons, these constant reminders Of your loneliness into nothing more than a bad dream Or praying just for one second you could feel The warmth of equally returned love Go out for coffee four times a week by yourself Always bring your notebook, never stop writing Leave little comics and thank you notes with your tip Watch them smile as you get in your car Talk down on yourself whenever possible My life is shit because I deserve it, right? You must have done something real bad Its nearly impossible for you to cry now Avoid your friends for weeks even though They're the only sense of consistency you have Left in your life, if they really wanted To see you they'd come, but they won't (who cares?) Allow yourself to lose interest in the things you love Watch as you begin to take a backseat To the world around you, don't fight it Become a secondary character in your own motion picture But most importantly Drown every single one of your feelings In old stolen rum Learn to love the taste of it dripping down your throat Find comfort in the warmth coming from your stomach You're drinking bottled love now You don't need other people to drive away your loneliness You just needed to find a way to talk to it

Always felt like I needed to please her, or impress her Though only in the hope that one day I would undress her Don't be offended You think I'm 'bout to tell you that "I love you" But I really, really, really fucking don't See the months of obsession And crying for hours I even started sitting down in the shower, girl I'll take my time on my own And I'll be fine now I'm alone Constantly told stories with a stretch of the truth Trying hard to make memories to remember from youth Desperately wanting you to be interested too It's not clear what I need yet But it's clear it's not you Here's what I'd say to any young man that's still interested in you Do you prioritise the things in your life The things that you hope to do? 'Cause if not then Mate you'd better trust me when I tell you that It's not worth forgetting about yourself Because of one fucking girl She may seem perfect, and gorgeous, and lovely You'll think she likes you I mean I thought she loved me, no But no Neither of us will get down from the shelf The only one she loves is herself

Missin' in action left me in L.A With her, it's magic 'til she runs away Hard as I try, I've gotten really good At saying goodbye to Mrs. Hollywood She don't know what she does The movies aren't enough 'Cause they don't make 'em 'bout us (nuh) I'm just dancin' with luck Or has she moved out of love? Maybe I'm being too much She's always M.I.A way out in California What can I say? She's got a talent for it Still wish she'd stay, guess I'll be waitin' for her Standing in line for Mrs. Hollywood Finally felt like I was number one Two days together, now, she's in Milan And I'm drivin' the highway up to Malibu But her seat is empty, and she stole the mood (yuh) She don't know what she does The movies aren't enough 'Cause they don't make 'em 'bout us (nuh) I'm just dancin' with luck Or has she moved out of love? Maybe I'm being too much She's always M.I.A way out in California What can I say? She's got a talent for it Still wish she'd stay, guess I'll be waitin' for her Standing in line for Mrs. Hollywood (M.I.A way out in California) (M.I.A way out in California) She's always M.I.A M.I.A She's always M.I.A (way out in California) She's always M.I.A M.I.A She's always M.I.A (way out in California) She's always M.I.A way out in California What can I say? She's got a talent for it Still wish she'd stay, guess I'll be waitin' for her Standing in line for Mrs. Hollywood