This is a song about "Tim hortons drive thru depression"

Everything lucid thru these glasses

Here i go again, falling in love

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Allowing me to calculate and measure the depths of my depression,

My depression hit hard/

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Sometimes i get really bad depression,

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

I've met depression on numerous days

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Enough oppression, leading to depression

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Tim rapped on the track, and i felt complete

I pray the lord my guns to keep