Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm Not Sad, artist - Seth Sentry.
Date of issue: 17.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I'm Not Sad |
I’m not sad, you must be sad |
Why? |
who told you I was |
I’m depressed |
I mean really I’m as sad as you can get |
But I will try to do my best and I will flex |
Check my fit, it’s called 'A Lack of Self-Respect' |
Now listen to me rap so you can tell me you’re impressed |
I don’t care |
Well, actually I do, I’m very sensitive to criticism |
But you don’t need to be concerned, I don’t need a wake-up call |
Because my phone is always off, do not disturb |
Ayy, sometimes I feel like I just don’t know what to say |
Yeah, sometimes I feel like I just need to walk away |
Then sometimes I feel like I’m the greatest in the world |
Maybe some column B and maybe some from column A |
Look, I lost some weight but then I found it all again |
Ooh, I got that sauce, that bolognese and hollandaise |
Sneaking back to the fridge at night, I feel like Solid Snake |
Eating over the sink, 'cause I don’t wanna wash a plate |
Nah, I’m doing well |
And I am still alive as far as you can tell |
And I been eating healthy now, I made a change |
And I put that on everything like mayonnaise (I do) |
I used to wake and bake and hit the Gatorade |
But now I wake and bake and make a tray of lovely angel cakes (Delicious) |
I go to bed early but I lay awake |
Anxiety be hittin' like some 808s |
I should’a gone to uni, why are my teeth so crooked? |
I can’t finish an album, I wonder what I’m good at? |
I wish I had a jet ski, where the fuck would I put it? |
My cat does not respect me, really why the fuck would it? |
If life had come with the booklet I wouldn’t have understood it |
I think my brain was baked for too long and I overcooked it |
Whoa, I think I hit the nail on the thumb |
I am dumb and my cat was right about me all along (Yeah) |
I’m not sad, you must be sad |
Why? |
who told you I was () |
Well, tell them I’m doing fine |
Now please leave before I cry (Yeah) |
Just a second |
Let me take some time, that shit’s depressing |
I thank you all for being so receptive |
Yeah, usually I try to just deflect it |
Ooh, it’s getting heavy round here, huh? |
Ayy, let’s get some bevies round here, huh? |
(Ayy) Ayy, let’s do some hard drugs round here, huh? |
(Ayy) Yeah, let’s give each other hugs round here, huh? |
Fuck it, let’s recommend each other therapists |
Woo, come on, that shit would be hilarious |
Let’s break some barriers, now could I keep my jet ski in your storage shed? |
Asking for a friend, let’s play some Portishead (Woo) |
Yeah, it’s all about the bags, bags, bags |
That shit’s new to me, everybody got Gucci this and Prada that |
Or Louis V, spending thousands of dollars on a bag is pure lunacy |
But I will spend a-hundred dollars on the bag from Uber Eats |
No wonder I’ve been sad, sad, sad, what did I do this week? |
I sat around my house all day and beat my dick like UFC |
I been writing this album for so long that it’s a eulogy |
I feel like I should prolly go and change my name to 'Who Was He?' |
Oh |
Please leave a message at the beep 'cause you ain’t gettin' through to me |
Hmm |
Five years on an album is way too long, huh? |
All right, fuck it, the name of the next album is Same Old |
Future |
I feel better now, ayy, thanks for listening, man |