The Great Depression

I can’t complain, but yes, I’m stressed
Why life seem sad when I’m so blessed
I know I’m great, why I feel less
Just want some smoke up in my chest
I must confess I ain’t been sober
Fuck your shoulder, I cry solo
Thoughts slowered
Can’t wait till this great depression is over
Racking lines, I cannot stop
I think I got a problem
But when I feel that numbness in my stomach
It fix all em
Phycological
Yes, bitch, I gots to go
I been opening up my mind so big
I’m bout to lose control
I try hiding but myself come and find me
Darkness breed lightning
Can’t leave it behind me
I try hiding but myself come and find me
Darkness breed lightning
Can’t leave it behind me
No
I’d rather be blind sometimes. No
I’d rather rack a line sometimes. No
I’d rather kill the rat- sometimes. No
I’m never ever coming back. Bye bye, bitch