Too Bad Songtext
von Pell

It′s too bad
Boo-hoo

Opposite sides of the spectrum, guess your colors been showin'
Optics mimic my passion, and without you I′m glowin', uh
It's too bad, bad
Boo-hoo, it′s too sad a story
Opposite sides of the spectrum, guess your colors been showin′
Now the flowers turn blacker, and without you I'm growin′, uh
It's too bad, bad
Boo-hoo, it′s too sad a story


How many fucks could a young man give
If he still can't trust no ho? (Mmm)
How many drags ′til he match that weed
And his life go up in smoke? (Mmm)
Pink on my mind when I call on time, she would hit me when I'm blue
Aqua, I would swim in the sand so popular
Gotta take more trips to the doctor
Thank Obama, bill my mama for this shit
I got conscious when you played them Jedi mind tricks for a fit
Amber eyes, holdin' down them white lies
I was greener at the time, things got hazy over time
Wait, rewind like it′s VHS, distorted memories in effect
Come back off recordin′ and you mad that I ain't finished yet
Tryna make me jealous but I love myself enough for the both us
Ever since I woke up, and ever since we broke up
Sippin′ everywhere like to-go cups
A beater and some cold cuts
Until I finally lucked up
And found a little solace in a place I put my focus
Not everybody makes it, but at least these people know me
Safe to say I did good

Opposite sides of the spectrum, guess your colors been showin'
Optics mimic my passion, and without you I′m glowin', uh
It′s too bad, bad
Boo-hoo, it's too sad a story


How many fucks can a young man give if
He still can't trust his kin? (His kin)
Blood run deep ′til you up shit′s
Creek and you gotta help lil' cuz swim
Givin′ that bread that you won't get back (Back)
That′s alright, I ain't worried ′bout the past
That's alright, I ain't worried ′bout the cash
Just pray one day that it′ll come back (Back)
Pray one day that we can trade racks (Racks)
You been with me since Kid Lavish
When my alias was backwards
I only owned a mattress
Worked at Subway feelin' humble
I shoulda been in classes
But instead I made some classics
That could fund me through a bachelors
In conversations that would leave artists intimidated
I′m back on my business, baby
Call you when I'm finished maybe, who knows?
Your stars might still be alignin′
But if life about the timin', I′ll be on it 'til you find me
See you later

Opposite sides of the spectrum, guess your colors been showin'
Optics mimic my passion, and without you I′m glowin′, uh
It's too bad, bad
Uh-huh, too sad a story
Opposite sides of the spectrum, guess your colors been showin′
Now the flowers turn blacker, and without you I'm growin′, uh
It's too bad, bad
Boo-hoo, it′s too sad a story