Alonely
I don't think i'm depressed, i'm just really sad
I be feeling like i lost, everything i had
And it keep popping up, like another ad
I be telling y'all i'm good, when i'm really bad
I be telling y'all i am, when i'm really not
I just wanna end it all, take another shot
If i do, i'll go to hell, and it's really hot
Feel like i'm on another world, like i'm Travis Scott
They say na why you sad, i go through a lot
Cause physically, i'm here. mentally, i'm not
And i'm done crying tears, let me wipe the snot
I be fighting everyday, me against my thoughts
I would tell you all about it but, i digress
It's been around a long time, like a VHS
It's like my heart's playing checkers, mind playing chess
So, you see what i mean, everything's a mess
I don't think that i'm depressed, hm, more or less
I still think that i'm the best, and that's on the set
I know that i'm not like the rest, man, i'm really blessed
But my heart's under attack, cardiac arrest
I'm tired of feeling all this pain, want to give it away
Put the gun inside my mouth, and blow out my brains
Try to tell somebody bout it, they say the same thing
Just pray to God about it, it'll be okay
I hope so
I be feeling like i lost, everything i had
And it keep popping up, like another ad
I be telling y'all i'm good, when i'm really bad
I be telling y'all i am, when i'm really not
I just wanna end it all, take another shot
If i do, i'll go to hell, and it's really hot
Feel like i'm on another world, like i'm Travis Scott
They say na why you sad, i go through a lot
Cause physically, i'm here. mentally, i'm not
And i'm done crying tears, let me wipe the snot
I be fighting everyday, me against my thoughts
I would tell you all about it but, i digress
It's been around a long time, like a VHS
It's like my heart's playing checkers, mind playing chess
So, you see what i mean, everything's a mess
I don't think that i'm depressed, hm, more or less
I still think that i'm the best, and that's on the set
I know that i'm not like the rest, man, i'm really blessed
But my heart's under attack, cardiac arrest
I'm tired of feeling all this pain, want to give it away
Put the gun inside my mouth, and blow out my brains
Try to tell somebody bout it, they say the same thing
Just pray to God about it, it'll be okay
I hope so
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Writer(s): Chris Hooks
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