"Gucci All Black" lyrics
Not another LA party
Not another LA shawty
It's just the same shit every night
Trynna turn up, but things don't turn out right, nah
Why do I complain and perpetuate the things I can't change? Ahh
She wearing gucci all black
Just to try to hide the fact that she's afraid
So I'll do a line of blow
Yeah we get it, you got bitches and the hoes
Uh, I just wanna go home
And get the fuck out of this town
I get anxious when I'm alone
And your glass case turned my heart to stone
Nobody wants a sad boy
It's like I can't sit still for more than a minute
Keep searching for the thing that I want
Cause it's missing
Try to talk to someone but no one will listen
Fuck it I'mma turn up
Cause I don't give a shit now, give a shit now, oh, oh, oh
So I take this bottle to the face
Most of my issues I can't seem to face
Swallow my sadness with whiskey to chase
I'm just over it, so used to being
On my own, always
These girls, they only want the fame
They don't know who they are, no shame
So used to getting drunk all day
I'm sick of this blow, and girls on their phones
It's all in my hands, but it's slippin away like a line in the sand
I get anxious when I'm alone
And your glass case turned my heart to stone
Nobody wants a sad boy
It's like I can't sit still for more than a minute
Keep searching for the thing that I want
Cause it's missing
Try to talk to someone, but no one will listen
Fuck it, I'mma turn up
Cause I don't give a shit now, give a shit now, oh, oh, oh
I get anxious when I'm alone
And your glass case turned my heart to stone
Nobody wants a sad boy
It's like I can't sit still for more than a minute
Keep searching for the thing that I want
Cause it's missing
Try to talk to someone, but no one will listen
Fuck it, I'mma turn up
Cause I don't give a shit now
Not another LA shawty
It's just the same shit every night
Trynna turn up, but things don't turn out right, nah
Why do I complain and perpetuate the things I can't change? Ahh
She wearing gucci all black
Just to try to hide the fact that she's afraid
So I'll do a line of blow
Yeah we get it, you got bitches and the hoes
Uh, I just wanna go home
And get the fuck out of this town
I get anxious when I'm alone
And your glass case turned my heart to stone
Nobody wants a sad boy
It's like I can't sit still for more than a minute
Keep searching for the thing that I want
Cause it's missing
Try to talk to someone but no one will listen
Fuck it I'mma turn up
Cause I don't give a shit now, give a shit now, oh, oh, oh
So I take this bottle to the face
Most of my issues I can't seem to face
Swallow my sadness with whiskey to chase
I'm just over it, so used to being
On my own, always
These girls, they only want the fame
They don't know who they are, no shame
So used to getting drunk all day
I'm sick of this blow, and girls on their phones
It's all in my hands, but it's slippin away like a line in the sand
I get anxious when I'm alone
And your glass case turned my heart to stone
Nobody wants a sad boy
It's like I can't sit still for more than a minute
Keep searching for the thing that I want
Cause it's missing
Try to talk to someone, but no one will listen
Fuck it, I'mma turn up
Cause I don't give a shit now, give a shit now, oh, oh, oh
I get anxious when I'm alone
And your glass case turned my heart to stone
Nobody wants a sad boy
It's like I can't sit still for more than a minute
Keep searching for the thing that I want
Cause it's missing
Try to talk to someone, but no one will listen
Fuck it, I'mma turn up
Cause I don't give a shit now
