Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win
Smoking weed with depression,
Stumbling/ fumbling/ struggling/
Nah i ain't sprung or nothing
All my life i've been struggling with myself,
Yeah months in every night she's in tears
So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin
Allowing me to calculate and measure the depths of my depression,
Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin
My rapping moves on ,from the depression
Confession! i've never even heard of depression
They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win
My depression hit hard/
I'm so intact so i stay sharp
We complain with sobbing, struggling to arrange the options we aim to choose
I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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