Medic!
Don't even joke like that
It's not funny
Chris
'Cause we are - 'Cause we
Uh, we have like, 6 weeks
Yeah I think... 6 weeks therapy
Which is free for us (Oh)
So you can do that
Stuck in my mind
I kinda feel like I'm wasting my time
Guess you've been watching
I'm up on my grind
Write till the sun rises every night
Search for my spirit but he's out tonight
I had the vision man, I'm not alright
Guess he won't mind if I do it tonight
I had the dream I might end my own life
I can't see a thing
I might just have to write another song
And I can't get rid of the feeling
I won't be here very long
I think I need a medic
Put me up on a sedative
All this pain in the messages
I can't cope with the stress and
This pain comes back - I don't get it!
When I'm six feet to the devil
You can call me a menace
Yeah
Know I'm sad
So I'm running with a pad, yeah
I'm in the division
Got me running to the bag, yeah
Didn't miss the shot
So I'm running to the cash, yeah
If its "kill on sight"
That depression's got me bad, yeah
It's alright, yeah
Imma stay inside, yeah
Got this pressure on me like
I gotta get it right, yeah
Playing with a little bit of karma on my right, yeah
Tell me how you really wanna get it
Let me die, yeah
I'm feeling the flow
I got a .38 on me
And I'm protecting my throne
I had enough of this!
Demons stay invading my zone
Lately praying to your God
So He'd leave me alone, yeah
Please don't hit me up just
For your cash app
Just give me a little bit of loving
I can crash that
Think I found a shorty who can harm me
So I'll bag that
That's just how I'm living with the bottle
Let me pass that
I can't see a thing
I might just have to write another song
And I can't get rid of the feeling
I won't be here very long
I think I need a medic!
Put me up on a sedative
All this pain in the messages
I can't cope with the stress and
This pain come back I don't get it
When I'm six feet to the devil
You can call me a menace
Yeah
Yeah
You can call me a menace
But I'll be flossin' every day
Like I live with a dentist
And why you ask if I'm ok
When I already said it?
Like "I think I got a day, someone get me a medic!"
Yeah
Someone, get me a medic!
'Cause I've been playing with my liver
And he's kinda pathetic and
I been chasing down my spirit
Be he won't let me get it
God, I hope that when I see you
I won't be apathetic
Yeah
You know what?
You should -
You actually should go to see a -
Therapist
It's depressing
And sad as f-
I love it!
It's not funny
Chris
'Cause we are - 'Cause we
Uh, we have like, 6 weeks
Yeah I think... 6 weeks therapy
Which is free for us (Oh)
So you can do that
Stuck in my mind
I kinda feel like I'm wasting my time
Guess you've been watching
I'm up on my grind
Write till the sun rises every night
Search for my spirit but he's out tonight
I had the vision man, I'm not alright
Guess he won't mind if I do it tonight
I had the dream I might end my own life
I can't see a thing
I might just have to write another song
And I can't get rid of the feeling
I won't be here very long
I think I need a medic
Put me up on a sedative
All this pain in the messages
I can't cope with the stress and
This pain comes back - I don't get it!
When I'm six feet to the devil
You can call me a menace
Yeah
Know I'm sad
So I'm running with a pad, yeah
I'm in the division
Got me running to the bag, yeah
Didn't miss the shot
So I'm running to the cash, yeah
If its "kill on sight"
That depression's got me bad, yeah
It's alright, yeah
Imma stay inside, yeah
Got this pressure on me like
I gotta get it right, yeah
Playing with a little bit of karma on my right, yeah
Tell me how you really wanna get it
Let me die, yeah
I'm feeling the flow
I got a .38 on me
And I'm protecting my throne
I had enough of this!
Demons stay invading my zone
Lately praying to your God
So He'd leave me alone, yeah
Please don't hit me up just
For your cash app
Just give me a little bit of loving
I can crash that
Think I found a shorty who can harm me
So I'll bag that
That's just how I'm living with the bottle
Let me pass that
I can't see a thing
I might just have to write another song
And I can't get rid of the feeling
I won't be here very long
I think I need a medic!
Put me up on a sedative
All this pain in the messages
I can't cope with the stress and
This pain come back I don't get it
When I'm six feet to the devil
You can call me a menace
Yeah
Yeah
You can call me a menace
But I'll be flossin' every day
Like I live with a dentist
And why you ask if I'm ok
When I already said it?
Like "I think I got a day, someone get me a medic!"
Yeah
Someone, get me a medic!
'Cause I've been playing with my liver
And he's kinda pathetic and
I been chasing down my spirit
Be he won't let me get it
God, I hope that when I see you
I won't be apathetic
Yeah
You know what?
You should -
You actually should go to see a -
Therapist
It's depressing
And sad as f-
I love it!
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