Oh fuck man, this kid again, fuck
Hey yo, CRY
Hey yeah, whassup man
How you been, bro?
I've been ight, bro
How come you still so sad? Why are you still so depressed?
Uh, depression, bro, and anxiety, it's not really that easy, it's, it's...
But you gotta be happy, bro
I've been trying, bro, but...
Gotta keep making music
It's not that easy, bro, I've been trying as hard as I can but no one just listens to me
Okay, tell what's really been going on
I’m a ghost in my city, ESP off the meter
I made a name for myself but still nobody can see it
I came a long damn way from bagging boof and Selena
I still feel dead inside, but if I’m high then I’m feeling alive
Bullshit, put the fact that I’m insane aside
Bullshit spilling out your mouth and out your mind
No way you see my silhouette through all the light
Y’all fake, no more favors, I’m taking what’s mine
Whoa, whoa, whoa, you gotta a lot to work on bro, you gotta slow it down
Bipolar, mix that with the ADHD
Can’t sleep, can’t eat, dead as of lately
Haters coming for me like they John Wayne Gacy
Might be depressed but the hate don’t phase me
Never done a free feat, fuck you, pay me
Prefontaine at the track meet lately
Tears stained racks on the floor, please save me
Blood on the floor and the sink, please save me