Mental Health

I don't wanna die young
I got shit to do
I got shit to prove
I breathe and I bleed just like you

And I'm just trying to fix my inner self
The phone calls I've been gettin
And in the shit that's on my mind
It be fuckin' up my mental health, yeah, yeah
I really know I need some help

Grandma fighting cancer
And it's fuckin up my mind
Other Grandma poppin' pills
Just to stay alive

Now I lost both
God press rewind
I ain't run outta love
I just ran outta time

You ever got dat phone call
That'll drop you to ya knees
Have you yelling out
"God please, God please
God please, God please
It can't be
It can't be"

I don't wanna die young
I got shit to do
I got shit to prove
I breathe and I bleed just like you

And I'm just trying to fix my inner self
Uh huh
The phone calls I've been getting'
And in the shit that's on my mind
It be fuckin' up my mental health, yeah
I really know I need some help

If you going through some shit
I want you to heal from it
All the losses you took
I want to to build from it
I can tell you a couple stories
That'll give you chills from it
The pain that I been through
I'ma make a mill from it

And I feel like God didn't take you away from me
It was the world that did it
And if I found out who did that shit to you
I swear, they world is finished

Yeah, yeah
God didn't take you away from me it was the world that did it
Yeah, yeah
And if I found out who did that shit to you
I swear they world is finished

I don't wanna die young

I got shit to prove

I breathe and I bleed just like you

And I'm just trying to fix my inner self
The phone calls I've been getting'
And in the shit that's on my mind
It be fuckin up my mental health, yeah, yeah
I really know I need some help

"Hey man I was calling you back
Talk to you later, you have a blessed day... love you"



Credits
Writer(s): Derion Hall, Tyrice Jones
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