Yeah
This that sad shit
I gave her a loan with my Johnson call it "Magic"
I'm Cee Rizz on the beat it's a classic
Talking 'bout bitches but this one getting tragic
Looking at me like you've seen a ghost
Is it cuz of the ice in my teeth I post
Never gonna know you better hit the run way
Never gonna fold I'm skipping like the One lane (uh)
Yeah
This that sad shit
I gave her a loan with my Johnson call it "Magic"
I'm Cee Rizz on the beat it's a classic
Talking 'bout bitches but this one getting tragic
Looking at me like you've seen a ghost
Is it cuz of the ice in my teeth I post
Never gonna know you better hit the run way
Never gonna fold I'm skipping like the One lane (uh)
One way traffic, I'm fighting for your love
Tragic and a death race, all of the above
This is what it's like to hear the cry of a Dove
Oh baby, me and you were tight like a glove
But no O.J., we would FaceTime all the time
Even when I was gone I'd help you on a dime
Used to write you letters and they would even rhyme
When I was at the bottom, yeah, you would help me climb
To the top now, yeah, this is how we do it
Get some top now, in the back of a Buick
Making music now this shit's therapeutic
Hit you from the back, got the whole room moving
Bright faced, red, when you had to leave and exit
When you went home, you'd have Toast, no breakfast
We would play games that would really start to test us
Remember that trip that you took out to Texas?
Well I'm going to and I wish that you could be there
F*ck YMCMB, them niggas got fake hair
Imma have your back, get you back, I declare
Just wait on it, you know you belong here
Until then, I guess I'll be just fine
I can wait for you, you my 105
For you I'm ready to either ride or die
But me and you together like Allied Wartime
Yeah
Oh this that sad shit
I gave her a loan with my Johnson call it "Magic"
I'm Cee Rizz on the beat it's a classic
Talking 'bout bitches but this one getting tragic
Looking at me like you've seen a ghost
Is it cuz of the ice in my teeth I post
Never gonna know you better hit the run way
Never gonna fold I'm skipping like the One lane (uh)
I'm sorry if I ever lied to you I didn't mean it
I lied to myself yeah I always felt defeated
I relied on myself and I couldn't proceed it
I denied all the help and the fam didn't need it
If I could go back in time I really wouldn't even change a thing
Mistakes need to happen in order to make change
So let's raise up them pistols and shoot 'em down range
CHAINLiiP and Cee Rizz making sad shit
Game (Yeah)
I could never love a bitch who's just average
I wanted it to work 'cause you were the baddest
Nights like these, though, you'll never see me laughing
Nights with the heat close, I always keep it packing
Pack it up, though, no one's immune to the sad shit
Even when I'm happy, my feelings on the back end
Crash in and always make me look like the sad friend
If I was honest I wish you never met me
The first night we partied, yeah all that confetti
The drinks in the cooler, yeah we had so many
Felt some type of way, yeah our love was so plenty
Evidently, all you were saying was phony
But we went skating, we ain't need a Zamboni
Then ate at Chick-fil-A babe, that shit was holy
Then we ate us in the car like guacamole
Yeah
This that sad shit
I gave her a loan with my Johnson call it "Magic"
I'm Cee Rizz on the beat it's a classic
Talking 'bout bitches but this one getting tragic
Looking at me like you've seen a ghost
Is it cuz of the ice in my teeth I post
Never gonna know you better hit the run way
Never gonna fold I'm skipping like the One lane (uh)