Rod Wave – The Last Sad Song Lyrics

The Last Sad Song By Rod Wave

(Pipe that s— up, TNT)
Uh, mhmm, ah
Ooh, mhmm
(Trap jumpin’ like 2-3)

Ain’t get to talk to grandma, but I know she feeling bad
We lost auntie barber, right after we lost grandad
Times gettin’ harder, it be too much on my brain
I know Deja’s smilin’, the only one who understood my pain
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, n—-, it’s making you stronger
Stay far away from f— n—– and the Corona, and I smiled
Yeah, I smiled, ’cause I been battlin’ these demons since I was a lil’ child
Tryna 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 swungin’ with the piranhas
And for them commas, I would tie up a n—- momma
Filled with aggression, in the middle of a depression
B—-, 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— the world
Still to this day, I can hear myself say
“Get off your a–, it’s time to go make somethin’ shake”
This ain’t Hollywood, this the middle of the trenches
That was the beginning, a young nigg finally did it
N—– 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

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So f— you, and f— him too, and f— you too
Don’t wanna lose control, so between you and me
I was kinda hoping this could be the last sad song, ooh
Yeah, yeah
The last sad song, ooh
Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah ah
Yeah dawg, yeah dawg
The last sad song
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 s— 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 s—, ooh (On and on, on and on and on)
So this can’t be the last sad song, brrah