Well baby bot there ain't no question
That the world's in great depression
Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win
I'll start a bout that will leave you in manic depression
I've met depression on numerous days
While i got my hand on the tec, wave
Flapjack, ooh he bring
Who you were becoming
That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep
As minds are becoming complete,
Smoking weed with depression,
Go where you ain't been
Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin
Enough oppression, leading to depression
I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win
Allowing me to calculate and measure the depths of my depression,
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