Coming Down

I'm dizzy room spinning
Like a ceiling fan
Dismal, fistful of prescriptions
Addictive sickness
What a prison
Don't mean it but I'm thinking
I should be dead
I'm dizzy room spinning
Like a ceiling fan
Dismal, fistful of prescriptions
Addictive sickness
What a prison
Don't mean it but I'm thinking
I should be dead

Don't want to be here no more
Don't want to be here no more
I'm not a stranger
To making decisions
That don't benefit me
Cut my life support
Faith is strong my spirits poor
Pray to god it gets restored
Before I lose control
It's relentless in the trenches
Did I mention my depression
Is my best friend
We do everything together
Can't imagine if you haven't
Had a feeling like this
What it means to be depressed
I'm alone, never lonely
All these voices in my head
Driving me insane
Never get a break
Blink or breathe
Fore I speak rather OD
What would that bring
Nothing but pain
You must maintain, Your sanity
Hope someone hears my plea
To see me cope with the pain of
Not tryna wake up, self medicate
Want to get wasted
Sitting on cloud 9
The tree ain't that fire
Cuz when I come down
I remind myself
The troubles I deal with
By myself

Little cocaine
Little weed
Anything to help me
Xanax, lean
Just to keep from coming down
Coming down

We break down barriers
To draw up white lines
Written white lies
Confining your mind
Division driven individuals
Dress the finest, money buys em
Cashmere suits by designer
Closed door board meetings
Make the world go round
Rich pigs get fat tax breaks
Poor people receiving handouts
Ironic as that sounds
Wish you'd understand
Appears you're at a stand still
With how I feel
how I feel
I feel how i feel
Man I want to be healed