![]() ![]() ![]() “Saturday night is givin’ me a reason to rely on the strobe lights / The lifeline of a promise in a shot glass, and I’ll take that / If you’re givin’ out love from a plastic bag,” Ed sings on the chorus, as his friend turns to new vices in hopes of feeling better.Single Art Courtesy of The Valory Music Co. In the second verse, Ed sings about the role of grief in his friend’s plight and his dwindling faith in prayer. He continues by adding that this person is feeling the weight of having disappointed his father and doesn’t have any friends to rely on in this difficult moment. “I overthink and have trouble sleepin’ / All purpose gone and don’t have a reason / And there’s no doctor to stop this bleedin’ / So I left home and jumped in the deep end,” Ed Sheeran sings in verse one. ![]() Unable to find any solutions, this friend seeks a last resort in a party and the vanity that comes with it. Ed Sheeran tells the story of his friend and the myriad of troubles he is going through. “Plastic Bag” is a song about searching for an escape from personal problems and hoping to find it in the lively atmosphere of a Saturday night party. How we treat them hoes? How we treat them hoes? Who's who and what's what and probably go nuts So you'll keep ya mouth shut and not tell the world They tried to keep ya free spirit trapped in a jar You've been chased by the pigs, sold the four year bidĬrashed cars, still came out without a scar Trey-five-seven cracked ya ribs, cops shot ya whip Took four or five shots when they rushed in the crib You interrupt the Grammy's said, "Wu for the kids" When You said that The Passion of Christ was all about Youįrom the God Mobile, to Linden Plaza, to Brownsville It's hard to live without you, God, I shouldn't have doubt You It's always the good ones that have to die I'ma see you, my nigga, on the other side Soon as the news hit me, I bust out with pain and It's all wasted, flushed down the drain and I dropped tears and watch my nigga fall from greatness Reach out and kiss you in your coffin, my heart races Shout out to Dirty, let the whole world miss you These walls I wanna crash and put my fists through I really miss you Russell, hope you forgive me Dirty I carry on your struggle, each day it really hurts me Should've, could've, would've, had the time, I was selfish Tried hard not to cry, I still can't hide the scarĪnd I still ask, why to God, analyzing your formĪnd I share the blame, 'cause you was calling for help, kid We singing on tour, "Ooh baby, we like it raw" Lord, but it's real, and I still can't believeĪnd my heart still grieves the loss, there's no pretending Y'all niggas shouldn't play like that, I know how you feel You crazy, another Dirty prank to get the family cranked I know you didn't say what I thought you said, my brother's dead When I first heard the word, I needed air to clear my head I think about him on this song and what he might've said Now I'm in the booth, ten feet from where he lay dead Hate not being there, the minutes before he left I cried like a baby on the way to his place of death How can he walk off the field during the first inning? Suddenly the clock stopped and the room started spinning It was hard for me to believe my brother retired I became weak when I heard, that his body expired I know it's real, guess I slept with the Black Jesus Now you moving more prestigious, me, hitting this reefer You the pearl in the ocean, I'm up on the land, pissed Watching your pen swish, you love frying king fish You was the chess piece on the board, that made us look true In his lab, that resemble you, and what it meant to Wu Word to my son, he gon' remember you, rubbing on a statue Now I'ma swallow this whole bottle for Ol' Dirtyĭamn, it's hurts me, I hate it when brother's go early Some say it's bad karma, what you do, man, it come back on ya I've grown this fetish for loose ladies and baby mommas ![]() So I done copped a fifth of Vodka and in your honor 'Shame On A Nigga', I heard the reaper done came to get ya Peace to the God, pour out a little liquor ![]()
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