Lord of the Sad and Lonely lyrics

[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 b*tch linger
Want more than the di*k, gold on the ring finger
Not the one to play dumb, see I'm from Cleveland b*tch
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 f*ck 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' n*ggas 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 sh*t on the daily
Don't let these phony n*ggas and hoes
Be the ones that bring you low
Let it be from the fatigue from making the pus*y bleed
All of the things I've seen and survived
Make a n*gga feel way more than just alive
You know my name, you know my face
All hail King WZRD in your motherf*cking 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 sh*t 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
n*gga 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
sh*ttin' on these n*ggas, sippin' on some Swiss Kriss
I got some jewelry on it, sittin' on my slit wrists
My label f*cking up my flow, see I'm getting p*ssed
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 c*m taste? No more fun, no jokes, no smiles
Just a grin that suggest I'm the best
Living like I got a motherf*cking 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 sh*t was dark for me you were my only friends on the realer
So smoke some tree for your n*gga
Ain't nobody got my bounce, know my kushy ounce
Walk in rooms and f*ckboys close their mouth
The Cud life, you know what we about
[Outro]
Lord of the Sad and Lonely