People Love 2 Be Depressed

People love to be depressed

I ain't judging you but just real perplexed

Cause I know the feeling of a torn-up chest

Beating sharp & flat in-between the rest

Real slow

All around in the moment, I see it posted

On my phone and here we go, going again

Better run it back and go grab that friend

Who's the perfect blend and won't pretend

When it comes to the thoughts inside you head

No this ain't no contest, people love to be depressed

And I guess it's because the rest

Of the folk (oh yea) s are just really stressed

Or just in a state of mind where they ain't thinking right

Who am I to decline? A simple call for help

Worried bout your health, rather keep it to yourself

So you stay real stealth, while it's killing you inside

I know what you're dealt. One of the most grotesque

Emotions that I ever felt, yet

People love to be depressed

I ain't judging you but just real perplexed

Cause I know (I know) the feeling of a torn-up chest

Beating sharp & flat in-between the rest

Real slow (So slow)

All around in the moment, I see it posted

On my phone and here we go, going again

Better run it back and go grab that friend

Who's the perfect blend and won't pretend

When it comes to the thoughts inside you head

There ain't no shame in living so anxious

Cause being alone it can be so dangerous

So, what are you fronting for?

You're not depressed no more

People love to be depressed

I ain't judging you but just real perplexed

Cause I know (I know, I know, I know) the feeling of a torn-up chest

Beating sharp & flat in-between the rest

Real slow (So Slow)