Now how do I confess

That I'm severely depressed

That I'm lacking any rest

Back to pressure on my chest

The only pressure I apply, is the pressure to survive

Cause I hate when I lie, and I hide deep inside

There's just a lot going on

All my energy is drawn

My mind is somewhere gone

And it's hard to write a song

What the fuck do you expect?

Still drowning in debt

Still getting over pressed

From women who never left

And therapy recommends with the stuff inside my head

Instead of laying in bed, I should rant it out instead

Yo you bet that I try, at least what I can

Cause I'm always feeling judged for the person that I am

How many friends you lost?

How many uncles have died?

How many mothers figures you called, just to find out they ain't alive?

Yeah that's why I hide, always feeling the grief

Everything coincides, never get the relief

Yeah that why I freeze, every moment I seize

Never a moment of ease, til I'm down on my knees

Never seem to please every person I squeeze

Cause they never believe that I'm asking for peace

And they'll never get it

Even with the albums I make

Or with the singles I drop

Man it's always a lot

Unless I'm two like Pac

Or I'm true like Chainz

But I'm wild like Ye

Tryna configure my brain

And all I do is my best

In a search for reset

I never banged a set

But I'm shooting at threats

And my anger reflects

And they still don't get

Even my eyes still sweat

Even alive and yet

Instead of asking about my life

Yeah it's always the same

People focusing and worrying yeah about something lame

How many bitches you fuck?

And who the fuck is that girl?

And was she once an important someone in your world?

Are y'all still friends?

Man what's the situation?

Do you always let em know when you're around their location?

Man, I don't give a fuck

I don't give a fuck

But since I'm writing a song about it, it implies that I do

But I'm over thinking an opinion

Who never walked in my shoes

None of this shit applies to you

So hope off of my views

Stop wrinkling the truth

Like a pair of some trus

I'm tryna get back to my roots

Even out some scores

Empty out some drawers

Tryna fight all my wars

Cole said love yourz

Russ said it was you all along

But I'm avoiding all my problems, like I'm avoiding this song