This is a song about "Depressing"

Got four underneath the old-school as well

I live in god's waiting room, depressing as hell

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

Mother died in a wedding dress, it was a depressing death that hurt his youth

He works hard, and so is the family, even when depressing

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

I'm far from ecstasy, this song's depressing me

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Didn't expect her to dart steadily into depressing darkness

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

The ref is yelling, its a blessing though i'm guessing to y'all its depressing

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell

I live in god's waiting room, depressing as hell

So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell

On all the most depressing shit, oh well