Sad Song

[Verse 1] She said she don't like my music No, she want to turn up and dance She want that New York, that uh, uh, uh Well, give me a chance 'Cause I can do shit like that (Facts) Even though that's not me (Hooh) I like that drill shit too It's Brooklyn, baby, let me rap off beat (Grr) You want that boom, boom, boom (Pah!) Baby, I wanna sing (Ooh) I like that John Mayer, that six string, that— But that's not your speed, baby (Hmm) How 'bout some keys, baby? (Hmm) Oh, I think that's nice Is that shit you like? Or you want that "down home in Alabama" Baby, how's that feel? Wait, I forgot the steel [Chorus] All she wanna do is dance, dance in the club Dance, dance in the club And she doesn't want no sad songs But all I make is sad songs (Grr) All she wanna do is dance, dance in the club Dance, dancе in the club And she doesn't want no sad songs But all I makе is sad songs [Verse 2] So if I'd just be me and say "fuck a genre", would you love me then? Or do I need to be this specific person with specific music so I could fit in? Say, "I do that", and I talk my shit I'd probably piss somebody off and burn a bridge I don't care sometimes, no Don't care sometimes, no It's been lonely nights Been lonely nights now Ever since you left me and you ain't been by my side You've been dancing in the club with these other fucking guys, yeah [Chorus] All she wanna do is dance, dance in the club Dance, dance in the club And she doesn't want no sad songs But all I make is sad songs (Hmm) All she wanna do is dance, dance in the club Dance, dance in the club And she doesn't want no sad songs But all I make is sad songs [Post-Chorus] All I make is sad songs I can do it all, all [Outro: Zoe Clark] All I wanna do is dance, dance in the club Dance, dance in the club And I don't want no sad songs But all he makes is sad songs