Here's my story, it's sad but true It's about a girl that I once knew She took my love then ran around With every single guy in town I should have known
and a little boy smile Depressed has a complex his mouth was foul You need to stay around I feel like telling some stories First there's this arrogant
truth, I just wanna know the truth Want to know the truth Broken home All alone I know my mother loves me But does my father even care? If I'm sad
learn this on TV/ Believe me, it's not that way, hey/ Flossin' might make it ya last day, itchin' to get it, thugstas with no pay/ Sad song, sad sad songs
what the fuck I've got to do to survive Bottom line Thugline You see me on T.V. but you don't really know me Don't know the story of the warrior And
have a little school money But in the sixth grade I wanted to be the school dummy And flunked outta school with the flag pole And left my mother dear at home with a sad
sure we knew what we learnt most lunchtimes all we did was play family had these memories were all happy not one single sad, but there are a couple of sad
Oooh [Verse 1:] When it comes to love I know that pain Comes with the territory I been here before Can't take one more To end like a sad love story Now
is... Slow it all down, the damage is done Play the music loud, don't make a sound Let's raise a toast to a sad story In a dirty cup, in a dirty cup
wind beneath my wings Oh, well he is"} Quarter to three There's no one in the place except you and me So set 'em up, Joe Got a little story, I think
"This next story is a true story. It concerns two of my favorite subjects: industrial theft . . . and-a t-ts! Mmm, what a combo! This is the story
"this next story is a true story. it concerns to of my favorite subjects: industrial theft . . . and-a t-ts! mmm, what a combo! this is the story
"This next story is a true story. it concerns two of my favorite subjects: industrial theft . . . and-a t-ts! mmm, what a combo! this is the story . . .
It's quarter to three There's no one in the place, except you and me So set 'em' up Joe, I've got a little story, you oughta know We're drinking my friend
she comes to the city Talkin about poppin glocks servin rocks and hittin switches Now she's a gangsta rollin with gangsta bitches Always smokin blunts and gettin drunk Tellin me sad stories
hard hail, on a scale from 1 to 10 I'm rich, I own Ebony and Essence And Essence say I'm strong cause with the pen I've been a Bad Boy A sad boy, I
this understood people think my life is good but its way more to it rumors spreadin round they tryna take my glory but theres two sides to everybodies story so let me tell the story
Ooohhh-wheee, look at me Looking for some sympathy It's the same old story - - of a man and his search for glory And he found it, there underneath the