[Intro]

Lord of the Sad and Lonely

Yeah

[Verse 1]

Won't you tell me who is; the supreme leader

Still underused, like I'm not a human heater

Move and groove, make a bitch linger

Want more than the dick, gold on the ring finger

Not the one to play dumb, see I'm from Cleveland bitch

Up in the hills, still keep it way triller than most

Wanna relax, someone tell me how that feels

I say that now until I go and pop this pill

I say out loud "You wanna let me cop a feel?"

Now I don't pray out loud but I know that my God heals

Bounce with me, if you don't give a fuck simply

Fed up, won't let up, on the overtime

The more I work, the more they wanna sweat mine

I can feel those lames, they love to speak my name

Sometimes dream of breakin' niggas whole faces

In front of the precinct, ain't scared of catchin' cases

Sky might fall, but I ain't worried at all

Got me some Xannies and a couple Adderall

Plus these racks I go distribute at the mall

In the spirit of God, with some Gandalf balls, yahm

Lord of the Sad and Lonely

And the ones that feel like shit on the daily

Don't let these phony niggas and hoes

Be the ones that bring you low

Let it be from the fatigue from making the pussy bleed

All of the things I've seen and survived

Make a nigga feel way more than just alive

You know my name, you know my face

All hail King WZRD in your motherfucking space

You love it

[Chorus]

Everyday, ev-ev-everyday

Yep, yep, yep, yep, yep, yep-yah

Lord of the Sad and Lonely

Yep-yep, yep-yep-yep-yep, yep, yep

Lord of the Sad and Lonely

Yep-yep-yep-yep, yep, yep, yep-yah

Lord of the Sad and Lonely

And the ones who feel like shit on the daily

I got you

[Verse 2]

Now I can show you how to make it, no Domingo Dean

In a way in which the universe has never seen

I feel attention when I'm struttin' in my Prada boots

Checkin' my fresh, if you want, I can style you

So unearthly, my profession is to wow you

Nigga how you not better than me? Listen, I swear to Je'

I feel like Baby back in '99

In the SLS stuntin' and it's all mine

Shittin' on these niggas, sippin' on some Swiss Kriss

I got some jewelry on it, sittin' on my slit wrists

My label fucking up my flow, see I'm getting pissed

Work too damn hard fam, for the shenanigans

Don't hang around bums, and that's how I win, fe fi fo fum

Haters, how do my cum taste? No more fun, no jokes, no smiles

Just a grin that suggest I'm the best

Living like I got a motherfucking pump on my left at all times

So many kids live their life through my rhymes

See, I'm in love with you all 'til the end

When shit was dark for me you were my only friends on the realer

So smoke some tree for your nigga

Ain't nobody got my bounce, know my kushy ounce

Walk in rooms and fuckboys close their mouth

The Cud life, you know what we about

[Outro]

Lord of the Sad and Lonely