Rod Wave - The Last Sad Song Lyrics

(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
Uh, mm, ah
Ooh, mm
(Trap jumpin' like 2-3) naw

Ain't get to talk to grandma, but I know she feeling bad
We lost Auntie Bara, right after we lost granddad
Times gettin' harder, it be too much on my brain
I know Deja's smilin', the only one who understood my pain, mm
It's safe to say it's gettin' deeper
'Cause the reaper takin' my people, my dreams are gettin' cheaper
But music ain't felt the same since I met Timmy and Quesha
I was laying on my bed, finna write me a poem
And my phone started ringing, it was homie
And he told me if it ain't killing you, nigga, it's making you stronger
Stay far away from f*ck niggas and the corona, and I smiled
Yeah, I smiled, 'cause I been battlin' these demons since I was a lil' child
Time let 'em go, I just thought I'd let you know
That my heart been broke ever since I jumped off the porch
I come out that bottom, I was swimmin' with the piranhas
And for them commas, I would tie up a nigga momma
Filled with aggression, in the middle of a depression
Bitch, I was stressin', feeling unwanted and accepted
Kicked out the house
Goin' back and forth with ol' girl at ol' nana couch
Feelin' like f*ck the world
Still to this day, I can hear myself say
"Get off your ass, it's time to go make somethin' shake"
This ain't Hollywood, this the middle of the trenches
That was the beginning, a young nigga finally did it
Niggas be in they feelings, we stack that money to the ceiling
I ain't left the house in two months and I made two million, so so

So f*ck you, and f*ck him too, and f*ck you too
Don't wanna lose control, so between you and me
I was kinda hoping this could be the last sad song, ooh, whoa
Yeah, yeah
The last sad song, ooh, whoa
Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, uh
Yeah dog, yeah dog
The last sad song
Mm, it be the last sad song, but I know it won't 'cause
Life goes on so this can't be the last sad song (on and on, on and on and on)
You feel me? I don't really talk, this shit be inside (on and on, on and on and on)
When I finally get touched up in my head and it all just come out (on and on, on and on and on)
You feel me? (On and on, on and on and on)
Real shit, ooh, whoa (on and on, on and on and on)
So this can't be the last sad song, grrah