Depression Is My Best Friend

Fucking depression
You're my best friend
Fucking depression
You're my best friend
Fucking depression
It's neverending
Fucking depression
You're my best friend

Fucking depression
You're my best friend
Fucking depression
You're my best friend
Fucking depression
It's neverending
Fucking depress
Eh, eh, eh, ooh

If I could make one hit
Would I wanna live
If I could just get rich
And buy some fucks to give
If I could pop champagne
Could I drown the pain
In a Rolls Royce Wraith
Could I get away
'Cause I

Don't feel like singing
Don't feel like dancing
Don't feel like living
Don't feel like anything
I'm losing feeling
Heart isn't beating
I'm disapearing
And you're the reason

Fucking depression
You're my best friend
Fucking depression
You're my best friend
Fucking depression
It's neverending
Fucking depression
You're my best friend

Fucking depression
You're my best friend
Fucking depression
You're my best friend
Fucking depression
It's neverending
Fucking depress
Eh, eh, eh, ooh

If I made millions all day
Would you go away
In a private plane
Could I get away
With a penthouse view
Would I still see you
Would a new Rolex
Make me smile again
'Cause I

Don't feel like singing
Don't feel like dancing
Don't feel like living
Don't feel like anything
I'm losing feeling
Heart isn't beating
I'm disapearing
And you're the reason

Fucking depression
You're my best friend
Fucking depression
You're my best friend
Fucking depression
It's neverending
Fucking depression
You're my best friend

Fucking depression, yeah

Yeah, you're my best friend
Yeah, you're my best friend

Fucking depression
You're my best friend
Fucking depression
You're my best friend
Fucking depression
It's neverending
Fucking depress
Eh, eh, eh, ooh



Credits
Writer(s): Hablo Picasso
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