Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win
That the world's in great depression
Eventually leading you to depression
Motherfuck my phone, it never has reception
Death and anxiety have riddled my life,
But let me thank destiny i'm still alive
When i'm sober - i'll be in a state of depression
You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin
I'll start a bout that will leave you in manic depression
Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin
Can't wait for summer, might just so see a preacher, with my anxiety
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
Which's unmoved 'n' is backed with room full of anxiety
Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday
Rapping is my profession, i am going through a depression
Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win
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