| Why so sad?
|
| Walking around with them blue faces
|
| She said I’m down on my luck
|
| And it’s something I gotta have
|
| Blue faces
|
| I hit the bank today and told them color me bad
|
| Blue faces
|
| Get that new money, and it’s breaking me down honey
|
| Two tears in the bucket I cry with you
|
| But I could never lie with you
|
| I could never afford not to afford
|
| I could never put my plans to the side with you
|
| I could never see a red light
|
| Like a deer with a headlight
|
| I freeze up when I re-up
|
| See I barely have patience
|
| And you’re relating
|
| Only the moment to complete us
|
| Why you hate to work for it?
|
| The reason I never went to work for it
|
| See a nine to five was so jive turkey
|
| But when Thanksgiving came that check didn’t hurt me
|
| You plead the fifth
|
| I read the Fifth Amendment
|
| We both criminals with bad intentions
|
| They say time heals all
|
| But if I can shortcut
|
| My success, Corvettes by tomorrow
|
| Why so sad?
|
| Walking around with them blue faces
|
| She said I’m down on my luck
|
| And it’s something I gotta have
|
| Blue faces
|
| I hit the bank today and told them color me bad
|
| Blue faces
|
| Get that new money, and it’s breaking me down honey
|
| My home girl got a credit card scam
|
| She got a scholarship to college but she don’t give a damn
|
| Intuition she got a broke bitch wishin'
|
| She tell me this on the phone with the noodles in the pan
|
| I know you, woman, I console you, woman
|
| You feel like the universe owes you, woman
|
| Oh the anticipation, of hoping you could make it
|
| Bitches don’t prosper chasing education
|
| But you’re talented, and can’t handle it
|
| And your homegirls can’t be your manager
|
| 365 times four, plus more
|
| If yan’t get it right, tell me, do you got the stamina?
|
| But shit, ain’t no money like fast money
|
| Even today I’m considered a crash dummy
|
| A rapper chasing stardom, how can I fast forward?
|
| My accolades better than all them
|
| Why so sad?
|
| Walking around with them blue faces
|
| She said I’m down on my luck
|
| And it’s something I gotta have
|
| Blue faces
|
| I hit the bank today and told them color me bad
|
| Blue faces
|
| Get that new money, and it’s breaking me down honey
|
| I wrote this song looking at a broke home baby
|
| You know the poverty stricken the little broke boy and babies
|
| Somebody yell «Kendrick American, they sho' is crazy»
|
| And I said «why?»
|
| Then he looked me in the eye, and said «nigga you fucked up»
|
| You’re banking on good luck, you wishing for miracles
|
| You never been through shit, you’re crying hysterical
|
| You settle for everything, complain about everything
|
| You say you sold crack, my world amphetamine
|
| Your projects ain’t shit, I live in a hut bitch
|
| I’m living to keep warm, you living to pay rent
|
| I paid my way through by waiting on Allah
|
| You played your way through, by living in sci-fi
|
| Bullshitting yourself, you talking to strangers
|
| Same thing goes for the ones you came with
|
| When y’all came on the boat looking for hope
|
| And all you can say is that you’re looking for dope
|
| These days ain’t no compromise
|
| And your pain ain’t mines half the time
|
| A brand new excuse ain’t shit to me
|
| Bitch I made my moves, with shackled feet
|
| Cape Town
|
| In today’s day and age we practice the self pity of taking the easy way out
|
| You wait on them, him and her
|
| But when a blessing takes too long, that’s when you go wrong
|
| You selfish motherfucker
|
| Why so sad?
|
| Walking around with them blue faces
|
| She said I’m down on my luck
|
| And it’s something I gotta have
|
| Blue faces
|
| I hit the bank today and told them color me bad
|
| Blue faces
|
| Get that new money, and it’s breaking me down honey
|
| Pimp pimp hooray |