The Lit Depression
Wake up early in the morning Im so empty
But I got turnt up last night off the henny
Boolin by lonesome I aint friendly
But when it come down to it takin all my niggas wit me
YEAH
This a lit depression Uh
Kick it off with medicine
Purple drank weed got me floating like a pelican
I aint too self shid I like to share my melanin
Eyes red feelin blue proud to be american
Periodically I like to step up out my element
Put the lead in yo head tote iron Im to delicate
You is fanito
Bank account adding zeros
Wit my dog call him bingo
Heart is cold like subzero
Poppin pill so I can get lit
Thats when I feel like Im the shit
Focused and my eyes stay open
Integrity over the money Im rich
Finna go party tonight
Tho I dont feel right
Demons in my head the fight
But I kick all they ass wit circo and sprite
Dont even know why I try
I can rap all you nigga under the table
You dont believe in yaself cause u a fable
Ima put my plug on tv like cable
They didnt wanna gimme a chance so I took it
I really am a pro just playin wit these rookies
Feelin like the bully who beats up on the bully
The nigga in the mirror the king I see who lookin
Im the king right now
Where my crown bitch
I see who down bitch
And I really see who really down bitch
Im glued to my money u aint gotta stick around
Miami on the way to get paid out of town
This is your warning
Going in going in
No prescription but Im still supplied good medicine
Weed super loud got the neighborhood call 12 so I tell em go to hell Off in the cut
So you know Im super swell Knockin on her door you know Im bout to ring her bell
Taking uppers she on downers
Off in heaven where I found her
Shes an angel from the sky she say its my final hour
This yo last chance so your heart I will devour
Swisher sweet bitter baby mama weed sour
You salt ass niggas mad cause the world is ours
Me and jah jah on the way to Pari
She love the way I eat she said Im umami
Wake up early in the morning Im so empty
But I got turnt up last night off the henny
Boolin by lonesome I aint friendly
But when it come down to it takin all my niggas wit me
This a lit depression yeah this a lit depression
2020 mental illness the great depression
But I got turnt up last night off the henny
Boolin by lonesome I aint friendly
But when it come down to it takin all my niggas wit me
YEAH
This a lit depression Uh
Kick it off with medicine
Purple drank weed got me floating like a pelican
I aint too self shid I like to share my melanin
Eyes red feelin blue proud to be american
Periodically I like to step up out my element
Put the lead in yo head tote iron Im to delicate
You is fanito
Bank account adding zeros
Wit my dog call him bingo
Heart is cold like subzero
Poppin pill so I can get lit
Thats when I feel like Im the shit
Focused and my eyes stay open
Integrity over the money Im rich
Finna go party tonight
Tho I dont feel right
Demons in my head the fight
But I kick all they ass wit circo and sprite
Dont even know why I try
I can rap all you nigga under the table
You dont believe in yaself cause u a fable
Ima put my plug on tv like cable
They didnt wanna gimme a chance so I took it
I really am a pro just playin wit these rookies
Feelin like the bully who beats up on the bully
The nigga in the mirror the king I see who lookin
Im the king right now
Where my crown bitch
I see who down bitch
And I really see who really down bitch
Im glued to my money u aint gotta stick around
Miami on the way to get paid out of town
This is your warning
Going in going in
No prescription but Im still supplied good medicine
Weed super loud got the neighborhood call 12 so I tell em go to hell Off in the cut
So you know Im super swell Knockin on her door you know Im bout to ring her bell
Taking uppers she on downers
Off in heaven where I found her
Shes an angel from the sky she say its my final hour
This yo last chance so your heart I will devour
Swisher sweet bitter baby mama weed sour
You salt ass niggas mad cause the world is ours
Me and jah jah on the way to Pari
She love the way I eat she said Im umami
Wake up early in the morning Im so empty
But I got turnt up last night off the henny
Boolin by lonesome I aint friendly
But when it come down to it takin all my niggas wit me
This a lit depression yeah this a lit depression
2020 mental illness the great depression
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Writer(s): Stacy Jackson
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