Sad Boi Pt. III by IsaiahThe3rd Lyrics
My day to days filled with ups and downs, it’s like I walk in rain
Prayed for change, always see the sun, often out of range
1st class my mental plane
Glass ceilings and painted stains
My dogs died ain’t been the same, rolled em up like Sharpeis
I don’t even feel the pain, teasing with the razor like its foreplay
Ever since the 4th grade, death’s become my forte
Black and White like Ichigo, I’ve portrayed
A good guy even though the darkness made me Sasuke
When in Rome, winters foreign I call Lake Como home
What is love? I do these drugs will the answer show?
Many questions but your god left me all alone
If I overdose will he finally send me home?
I don’t know, tried to do it but was paralyzed
Can’t be looking down from where I died and see my mama cry
Always thought I’d wake up, Uchiha another’s eyes
Deserving of another life if this one I don’t get it right
...
Some days I be waking up and don’t leave my sheets
Some days I be waking up and don’t feel like me
Darkness yelling feed the beast
I don’t really need a leash
Money coming legally
I don’t really need to thief
Truthfully nobody knows me
Honestly not even the homies
I might call your girl up when I’m feeling lonely
I don’t coddle women but still they be my trophies
Woe is me, treat my death note like its poetry
The Holy Ghost, smell like weed smoke and popery
Used to wear my braids like A$AP or ODB
Looking for the villain? Try the west coast or OTC
Brooklyn boy, silver tongued charmer like he Jack McCoy
Rollin up nuggets, the same size as asteroids
Captured in a Polaroid, Mr. Always Paranoid
I sit em down like Sigmund Freud
And read em just to fill the void
I feel depression happens when I get neglected
Or when I’m disrespected from somebody I was friends with
I was taught by Mugiwara when it comes to friendships
Treat it like you’re Benson, do the same job as your henchman
Good or Bad? People know I’m ambidextrous
I wear a mask cuz I really hate attention
Shoulder angels in my ear with suggestions
It’s depressing man I really hate the pressure/depression
Prayed for change, always see the sun, often out of range
1st class my mental plane
Glass ceilings and painted stains
My dogs died ain’t been the same, rolled em up like Sharpeis
I don’t even feel the pain, teasing with the razor like its foreplay
Ever since the 4th grade, death’s become my forte
Black and White like Ichigo, I’ve portrayed
A good guy even though the darkness made me Sasuke
When in Rome, winters foreign I call Lake Como home
What is love? I do these drugs will the answer show?
Many questions but your god left me all alone
If I overdose will he finally send me home?
I don’t know, tried to do it but was paralyzed
Can’t be looking down from where I died and see my mama cry
Always thought I’d wake up, Uchiha another’s eyes
Deserving of another life if this one I don’t get it right
...
Some days I be waking up and don’t leave my sheets
Some days I be waking up and don’t feel like me
Darkness yelling feed the beast
I don’t really need a leash
Money coming legally
I don’t really need to thief
Truthfully nobody knows me
Honestly not even the homies
I might call your girl up when I’m feeling lonely
I don’t coddle women but still they be my trophies
Woe is me, treat my death note like its poetry
The Holy Ghost, smell like weed smoke and popery
Used to wear my braids like A$AP or ODB
Looking for the villain? Try the west coast or OTC
Brooklyn boy, silver tongued charmer like he Jack McCoy
Rollin up nuggets, the same size as asteroids
Captured in a Polaroid, Mr. Always Paranoid
I sit em down like Sigmund Freud
And read em just to fill the void
I feel depression happens when I get neglected
Or when I’m disrespected from somebody I was friends with
I was taught by Mugiwara when it comes to friendships
Treat it like you’re Benson, do the same job as your henchman
Good or Bad? People know I’m ambidextrous
I wear a mask cuz I really hate attention
Shoulder angels in my ear with suggestions
It’s depressing man I really hate the pressure/depression