Lil JJ Reynolds - Sad Music Lyrics

Brush the dust off the record and let it play the sad music
The feelings of a storyteller that is mad, ruthless
The words seem strange to whom doesn't understand
But a message to society that doesn't give a damn, man
So let's face it, we're living in a wasted
Demolished generation, satan's copying to paste with
His venom that is hatred, anything that's earned
He is gonna take it, and let that person feel the burn
No concern, unless it's them dying on the other end
Sympathy is now a fake smile, behind who pretends and grins
To once again, be the one that's gonna strike
With a motive to destroy or end somebody's life, right?
This isn't life, this is hell on some ice
It's a cold world, nigga, can't you tell by the price that we pay?
By our rights that are slayed?, then we lose it
The same old song with some sad music (hey)
Play the sad music, play the sad music
And don't you ever mute it, man
'Cause if we're ever wounded and have to heal through it
Just play the sad music, man
It's the same old song playing over in my head
Life continues to draw me closer to the edge
Play the sad music
Play the sad music
Play the sad music and let it speak to your brain
Let it encourage your brain to explain what's all the same
In this world of pain, they may can kill us with a shot from a gun
But the music is what they'll never stop, or it's run
The drums are playing with a loud bang
Speaking truth is always something to be proud of, mane
'Cause we're drowning in lies, the lies that them liars spread
Violence overpowers peace, that's the reason why it's dead
Was it ever alive?, or been irrelevant to nest through death?
Bullets in TECS giving folks the last breath to rest
Lyrics are next to send the words to your mind
Demons with bandanas dying to restore up some crime
More yellow tape on the double lines in the streets of a body
That killed himself, deceased, will I be the next one?, prolly
If I am, don't stop, G, blast my sound and don't mute it
The same old song with some sad music
Play the sad music, play the sad music
And don't you ever mute it, man
'Cause if we're ever wounded and have to heal through it
Just play the sad music, man
It's the same old song playing over in my head
Life continues to draw me closer to the edge
Play the sad music
Play the sad music

Brush the dust off the record and let it play the sad music
The feelings of a storyteller that is mad, ruthless
The words seem strange to whom doesn't understand
But a message to society that doesn't give a damn, man
So let's face it, we're living in a wasted
Demolished generation, satan's copying to paste with
His venom that is hatred, anything that's earned
He is gonna take it, and let that person feel the burn
No concern, unless it's them dying on the other end
Sympathy is now a fake smile, behind who pretends and grins
To once again, be the one that's gonna strike
With a motive to destroy or end somebody's life, right?
This isn't life, this is hell on some ice
It's a cold world, nigga, can't you tell by the price that we pay?
By our rights that are slayed?, then we lose it
The same old song with some sad music (hey)
Play the sad music, play the sad music
And don't you ever mute it, man
'Cause if we're ever wounded and have to heal through it
Just play the sad music, man
It's the same old song playing over in my head
Life continues to draw me closer to the edge
Play the sad music
Play the sad music
Play the sad music and let it speak to your brain
Let it encourage your brain to explain what's all the same
In this world of pain, they may can kill us with a shot from a gun
But the music is what they'll never stop, or it's run
The drums are playing with a loud bang
Speaking truth is always something to be proud of, mane
'Cause we're drowning in lies, the lies that them liars spread
Violence overpowers peace, that's the reason why it's dead
Was it ever alive?, or been irrelevant to nest through death?
Bullets in TECS giving folks the last breath to rest
Lyrics are next to send the words to your mind
Demons with bandanas dying to restore up some crime
More yellow tape on the double lines in the streets of a body
That killed himself, deceased, will I be the next one?, prolly
If I am, don't stop, G, blast my sound and don't mute it
The same old song with some sad music
Play the sad music, play the sad music
And don't you ever mute it, man
'Cause if we're ever wounded and have to heal through it
Just play the sad music, man
It's the same old song playing over in my head
Life continues to draw me closer to the edge
Play the sad music
Play the sad music