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Sad Girl
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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
John Gamble
John Gamble
Performer
Bo Bodie
Bo Bodie
Performer
Chris Thomas
Chris Thomas
Bass Guitar
John Vercessi
John Vercessi
Keyboards
Jenny Fujita
Jenny Fujita
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Erik Schrody
Erik Schrody
Songwriter
Percy Mayfield
Percy Mayfield
Composer
Ray Charles
Ray Charles
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Everlast
Everlast
Co-Producer
Dante Ross
Dante Ross
Producer
John Gamble
John Gamble
Recording Engineer
Bo Bodie
Bo Bodie
Assistant Recording Engineer
Bob Power
Bob Power
Mixing Engineer
Ari Raskin
Ari Raskin
Assistant Recording Engineer

Letra

I seen her at a stoplight on Alverano Was sittin in a pearl white Eldorado In a gangsta lean she was revvin' the throttle Got a sticker on the bumper say she like techano She looked like Selena The truth couldn't be plainer She like a gangster boogie Her mommy calls her cookie My friends call her a sad girl 'coz her man went away and he ain't never comin' back So cry a another tattoo sea Sad girl livin' on the east side of the city Proud woman boy, she don't want none of your pity Sad girl got no one to rely on Proud woman don't need your shoulder to cry on I seen her at the market she was pushin' a stroller Smokin' on a cigarette, drinkin' a soda Laughin' at a joke that somebody just told her Got her baby's name tattooed on the back of her shoulder She looked like an angel She talked like the devil She looked like a stranger She lived like a rebel My friends call her a sad girl 'coz her man went away and he ain't never comin' back So cry a another tattoo sea Sad girl livin' on the east side of the city Proud woman boy, she don't want none of your pity Sad girl got no one to rely on Proud woman don't need your shoulder to cry on Face that girl we can take this slow Baby what you looken for? Let me know. You say you want a man that can give you some dough You say buy my baby shoes and maybe buy him a coat and buy my baby food to put down his throat I won't play you like a hoe, it ain't like that yo Let me holla at you later, we can go to the show I aint tryna rock the boat I'm tryna keep you afloat I seen her at the post office mailin' a letter She couldn't send no money but she made him a sweater She's talkin' on the pay phone and somethin' upset her I really wanna hold her but I only just met her But I could tell she'd been crying She said she felt like dyin' She never been so alone, no She gotta make it on her own now She's a sad girl 'coz her man went away and he ain't never comin' back Sad girl livin' on the east side of the city Proud woman boy, she don't want none of your pity Sad girl got no one to rely on Proud woman don't need your shoulder to cry on Sad girl sad girl sad girl sad girl sad girl sad girl sad girl
Writer(s): Ray Charles, Percy Mayfield, Erik Schrody Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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