Dez Busta - The Real Beneath Us All - EP

Depression

There's a feeling that makes you try
There's a feeling that makes you cry
There's a feeling that makes you sigh
And there's one if you wanna die (Hey)
I'm obsessed I'm a mess see I get it confess

But nobody can feel like this
Shit don't get real like this
I don't know what it is
Yet nobody realizes (Yeah)
Yet nobody realizes (Uh)
I don't know what is (Yeah)
I don't know what it is (Yeah)
Yet nobody realizes (Yeah)

This shit that I'm describing
Bet it rhymes with obsession
Shit gets put into your possession
Till you sit back and question like
Is living even a blessin' see
Life sends out lessons (Uh)
That shit's upsettin' yeah
Holds you preventin' (Uh)
Hold up wait a second it ain't ending yeah
Shit only the beginning
Wait another second lemme finish (Yeah)
There ain't preventing (Nah)
There's only fixing (Uh)
That takes commitment (Uh)
All have a vision (Yeah. Yeah)
This feeling is like a potion
You drink and it's explosive
Tears away your devotion and
Forms all of your emotions
If your only here for the moment then
Sit back and own it
There's one major component
Deep inside an opponent

But nobody can feel like this
Shit don't get real like this
I don't know what it is
Yet nobody realizes (Yeah)
Yet nobody realizes (Uh)
I don't know what is (Yeah)
But nobody can feel like this
Shit don't get real like this
I don't know what it is
Yet nobody realizes (Yeah)
Yet nobody realizes (Uh)
I don't know what is (Yeah)

I don't know what is (Uh)
This feeling what it is (Yeah)
If life was a breeze, no Adam and Eve
Then, there isn't me yeah
Somehow wish that shit could've been
Wish that shit would've been
Then, I wouldn't have to live damn
Wish I could make this heart suppress
But whats pressed to me I'm obsessed
See what's eating me is a pest
The devils here and he's my guest
Wish I could rush him out
But my feel for god is at a doubt
So if he's not here then what's it now (Wow, uh)
So this feeling keeps on eatin' me
Even with this therapy
Deep down no ones there for me
A therapist don't care for me
Your only there to get paid
See half of y'all wouldn't stay
If the money would cast away then
Bye bye you fade away
For the last time this feeling (Yeah)
Rhymes with obsession now
All you can fill (Uh)
Fill in your questions

But nobody can feel like this
Shit don't get real like this
I don't know what it is
Yet nobody realizes (Yeah)
Yet nobody realizes (Uh)
I don't know what is (Yeah)
I don't know what it is (Yeah)
Yet nobody realizes (Yeah)
But nobody can feel like this
Shit don't get real like this
I don't know what it is
Yet nobody realizes (Yeah)
Yet nobody realizes (Uh)
I don't know what is (Yeah)
I don't know what it is (Yeah)
Yet nobody realizes (Yeah)

Credits
Writer(s): Desmond Bustamante
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