Drunk, Depressed

Lemme tell you why the fuck I love drinking
It reveals the person in front of you, I'm thinking
Of the reasons I'm talking when no-one's listening
Then I gotta shut up, to avoid a predicament
Sizzling, when I see the fakeness, I'm triggered bitch
I'm confused because I think different
From all these crackas, that are tryna be the same
It's a shame, nobody wanna play their own game
But it's ok, as long as I got the bottle I'm safe
It removes all the insecurities and the pain
It makes you all happy, with just one problem
It will always be a temporary solution
So when the effect runs out, and you wake up the next day
You feel all powerless, thoughts astray
All of a sudden you feel twice as bad as the day
Before the party, gathering or banquet
Alcohol is all good, for the short-term mental health
But what good is that if you can't solve problems by yourself?
Sometimes I feel like I'm battling my own brain
But still, that's better than being addicted to things
That be changing your perception, altering your vision
To make you be more positive when that's not what you feelin'
Suddenly, people be thinking they villains
'Cause of some shit they said or did while they were drinking

Come closer to me, pour up a glass
Let's talk about why life is upsetting us
We don't gotta get under-the-table drunk
Just confess your feelings, it won't hurt
Come closer to me, pour up a glass
Let's talk about why life is upsetting us
We don't gotta get under-the-table drunk
Just confess your feelings, it won't hurt

Drunk and depressed, in my feelings
Was the state I constantly used to be in
When I cared about what a fuck cracka said
On a real tho, I don't know why I was so affected
By the opinions of people I didn't even talk with
Maybe I just had a desire to be respected
That was two years ago, now I don't give a shit
Whether crackas love or hate me, because life is a bitch
You may try to be good, and then die in a damn ditch
'Cause the game ruthless, it's gon' punch in the clinch
I haven't even got why these pussies want attention
What's the purpose of it, if the people who are givers
Will most probably not be there the next day
Or the next time some bad shit happens, either way
These people mostly end up dead
In attention-seeking schemes, I gotta look ahead

Come closer to me, pour up a glass
Let's talk about why life is upsetting us
We don't gotta get under-the-table drunk
Just confess your feelings, it won't hurt
Come closer to me, pour up a glass
Let's talk about why life is upsetting us
We don't gotta get under-the-table drunk
Just confess your feelings, it won't hurt