Listen to Sad Boy by G-Eazy

Sad Boy

G-Eazy

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
G-Eazy
G-Eazy
Vocals
Henri Renaud
Henri Renaud
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gerald Gillum
Gerald Gillum
Songwriter
Christoph Andersson
Christoph Andersson
Songwriter
HenryDaher
HenryDaher
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
G-Eazy
G-Eazy
Producer
Christoph Andersson
Christoph Andersson
Producer
HenryDaher
HenryDaher
Producer
Walter Halvorsen
Walter Halvorsen
Assistant Engineer
Johnathan Wright
Johnathan Wright
Assistant Engineer
Jeffrey Ramirez
Jeffrey Ramirez
Assistant Engineer
Melissa Frank
Melissa Frank
Assistant Engineer
Chuma Nwokike
Chuma Nwokike
Assistant Engineer
Kyrill Bozhko
Kyrill Bozhko
Assistant Engineer
Jake Smith
Jake Smith
Assistant Engineer
Kory Welty
Kory Welty
Assistant Engineer
Dakari
Dakari
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Gerald, what the fuck is wrong, man? Cheer the fuck-up, you asshole, yeah We fake it 'til we make it, work while everyone doubts I was dreamin' of award shows while still on the couch Fame is all so new to me, guess I'm feelin' it out Man, the other day my grandma said she's selling the house, wait See, I was much more bummy and less star When my mom's unemployment check wouldn't stretch far Wishin' that my confidence was made out of Kevlar And I could superhero, save the day, cop her next car Coming out the Bay feels like nobody gets far Feels like we're doomed, like they're building a Death Star Drink it all the way, stumble into the next bar Rap is like the lottery, we're all tryna scratch for But when that shit just strikes gold, you accomplish life goals Go and get that ice froze, get paid off of nice flows It's weird now I got money to buy nice steez But don't look down, get scared of heights like these Gerald, what you so sad for? Why the hell you got the blues? Everybody wanna be in your shoes Gerald, what you so sad for? Everything ain't that bad Name a reason that you got to be mad Gerald, what you so sad for? Man, stop acting like a bitch Forgot you're all famous now and rich? Gerald, what you so sad for? Uh Man, stop cryin', homie rap more Alright, well, uh And in a year I went from overlooked to over-booked You won't ever understand the work it took Drinkin' every night to celebrate what we made, but the parties have changed Weirdos crowd around and start acting strange At the bar stress chain-smoking cigarettes And I don't even smoke, I know I should drink a little less But nothing can prepare you for how crazy this business gets Once again sad boy Gerald is in distress So hard on myself, I think I'm going insane The mind of a perfectionist is always in pain Should be happy I don't have to set alarms to wake up, I just tour and cake up I should probably call home so me and moms can make up These days, the only home I know is the road And clowns are all sad inside, or so I'm told And the girl I'm really thinking of is states away We'll run away and find a place to stay Gerald, what you so sad for? Why the hell you got the blues? Everybody wanna be in your shoes Gerald, what you so sad for? Everything ain't that bad Name a reason that you got to be mad Gerald, what you so sad for? Man, stop acting like a bitch Forgot you're all famous now and rich? Gerald, what you so sad for? Uh This was everything you asked for
Writer(s): Glenda Proby, Gerald Gillum, Christoph Reiner Andersson, Joshua Luellen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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