Seasonal Depression
Dead gods crawling up outta graves
Snorting coke and adderall just to stay sane
DyeAlone ain't a wave
We the ocean
Cigarette smoke
Lungs full a poison
No stress
It's a slow death
But never been blessed nah never been blessed
Junkie scums
Nothing more but maybe less yeah maybe less
I been getting bodied making Gucci beats
All my beats Gucci
All my beats Gucci
But I ain't been Gucci
Been a minute
Been a fucking grip
Since I had grip on my sanity
Last night I cried myself to sleep for no reason
My emotions just be overflowing
Had to whip up a potion
Chugged that shit to get numbed up
Fucked up till the sun came up
Watch me laugh while I slit my wrist
Emotionless
I hate this shit
Whats the point of existence
Fuck it end this life tonight with my knife
Hell is where I'll descend
Won't fake it I'm not heaven sent not worth two cents
So let me rest
Get another script of adderall
God damn addiction isn't love after all
Call my plug for one more hit
Then put me on the inverted crucifix
Don't stitch me up
Let the blood seep out of my lungs on to many drugs
Sleepless eyes looking like Balboa in the final round won't hear a ring when it's over
Just a bang from my .380
Go down and have a good laugh with Hades
Dead gods crawling up outta graves
Snorting coke and adderall just to stay sane
DyeAlone ain't a wave
We the ocean
Cigarette smoke
Lungs full a poison
No stress
It's a slow death
But never been blessed nah never been blessed
Junkie scums
Nothing more but maybe less yeah maybe less
Snorting coke and adderall just to stay sane
DyeAlone ain't a wave
We the ocean
Cigarette smoke
Lungs full a poison
No stress
It's a slow death
But never been blessed nah never been blessed
Junkie scums
Nothing more but maybe less yeah maybe less
I been getting bodied making Gucci beats
All my beats Gucci
All my beats Gucci
But I ain't been Gucci
Been a minute
Been a fucking grip
Since I had grip on my sanity
Last night I cried myself to sleep for no reason
My emotions just be overflowing
Had to whip up a potion
Chugged that shit to get numbed up
Fucked up till the sun came up
Watch me laugh while I slit my wrist
Emotionless
I hate this shit
Whats the point of existence
Fuck it end this life tonight with my knife
Hell is where I'll descend
Won't fake it I'm not heaven sent not worth two cents
So let me rest
Get another script of adderall
God damn addiction isn't love after all
Call my plug for one more hit
Then put me on the inverted crucifix
Don't stitch me up
Let the blood seep out of my lungs on to many drugs
Sleepless eyes looking like Balboa in the final round won't hear a ring when it's over
Just a bang from my .380
Go down and have a good laugh with Hades
Dead gods crawling up outta graves
Snorting coke and adderall just to stay sane
DyeAlone ain't a wave
We the ocean
Cigarette smoke
Lungs full a poison
No stress
It's a slow death
But never been blessed nah never been blessed
Junkie scums
Nothing more but maybe less yeah maybe less
Credits
Writer(s): Dyealone
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