"Sad Girl Club" lyrics
Tell her bout the fucking flags
(You're not sad again, are you splash king?)
Yeah
You part of the sad girl club, so you get too high then you feel fucked up and you ask God why?
Why he make you like that? But you just like me
I can get us to the bag, you can be my wifey
You part of the sad girl club, so you get too high then you feel fucked up and you ask God why?
Why he make you like that? But you just like me
I can get us to the bag, you can be my wifey
You can be my little boo, you know how I'm sad too
I can get you tattoos, spend $600 on your shoes
I'll do the crime if you don't tell, why don't you come paint my nails
Said I'll be dead or be in jail, mama they told me I'll fail
Wish my bro could see me now, singing to the crowds
Tatts all on my body and I'm smoking on that loud
Fighting demons in my head, sometimes I wish I was dead
That's how you and I joined the club, baby this is what I said
You part of the sad girl club, so you get too high then you feel fucked up and you ask God why?
Why he make you like that? But you just like me
I can get us to the bag, you can be my wifey
You part of the sad girl club, so you get too high then you feel fucked up and you ask God why?
Why he make you like that? But you just like me
I can get us to the bag, you can be my wifey
I see red demons in my head, can't get out of bed
When I'm dead, they gon' love me then, acting like my friend
Give my head, baby, give me head when I'm in your Benz
You got friends, you can bring your friends, I can get them in
Starlights and the car lights, I'm not alright, hard times make you strong, right?
Hold my arm tight when I feel like I ain't shit
And I wanna fucking die, girl I told you I was sick, baby, take me on a ride
Starlights and the car lights, I'm not alright hard times make you strong, right?
Hold my arm tight when I feel like I ain't shit
And I wanna fucking die, girl I told you I was sick, baby take me on a ride
You part of the sad girl club, so you get too high then you feel fucked up and you ask God why?
Why he make you like that? But you just like me
I can get us to the bag, you can be my wifey
You part of the sad girl club, so you get too high then you feel fucked up and you ask God why?
Why he make you like that? But you just like me
I can get us to the bag, you can be my wifey
You're not sad again are you splash king
Tell her about the fucking flags
(You're not sad again, are you splash king?)
Yeah
You part of the sad girl club, so you get too high then you feel fucked up and you ask God why?
Why he make you like that? But you just like me
I can get us to the bag, you can be my wifey
You part of the sad girl club, so you get too high then you feel fucked up and you ask God why?
Why he make you like that? But you just like me
I can get us to the bag, you can be my wifey
You can be my little boo, you know how I'm sad too
I can get you tattoos, spend $600 on your shoes
I'll do the crime if you don't tell, why don't you come paint my nails
Said I'll be dead or be in jail, mama they told me I'll fail
Wish my bro could see me now, singing to the crowds
Tatts all on my body and I'm smoking on that loud
Fighting demons in my head, sometimes I wish I was dead
That's how you and I joined the club, baby this is what I said
You part of the sad girl club, so you get too high then you feel fucked up and you ask God why?
Why he make you like that? But you just like me
I can get us to the bag, you can be my wifey
You part of the sad girl club, so you get too high then you feel fucked up and you ask God why?
Why he make you like that? But you just like me
I can get us to the bag, you can be my wifey
I see red demons in my head, can't get out of bed
When I'm dead, they gon' love me then, acting like my friend
Give my head, baby, give me head when I'm in your Benz
You got friends, you can bring your friends, I can get them in
Starlights and the car lights, I'm not alright, hard times make you strong, right?
Hold my arm tight when I feel like I ain't shit
And I wanna fucking die, girl I told you I was sick, baby, take me on a ride
Starlights and the car lights, I'm not alright hard times make you strong, right?
Hold my arm tight when I feel like I ain't shit
And I wanna fucking die, girl I told you I was sick, baby take me on a ride
You part of the sad girl club, so you get too high then you feel fucked up and you ask God why?
Why he make you like that? But you just like me
I can get us to the bag, you can be my wifey
You part of the sad girl club, so you get too high then you feel fucked up and you ask God why?
Why he make you like that? But you just like me
I can get us to the bag, you can be my wifey
You're not sad again are you splash king
Tell her about the fucking flags
