Touch Grass

Well this song is 'bout depression It's like a way to open up a conversation Yeah I felt that too It's my confession, lack of expression, more like obsession Yeah I felt that too I hate to be the bearer of bad news But it ain't cool flexing 'bout your conditions I mean like, who in the world makes it cool to be sad? Objection hearsay, that's bullshit Bitch you need to go out and touch the fucking grass Stop saying shit nobody asks It's not all about you and your sorry ass But I mean it, you need to touch some grass Bruh you need to stop Cause we're 80s, we pass the mountain just to see the math classes You just soft ass boy called 90s Or it's gen z? Hell, I don't even know what to call you guys bangsat I hate to be the bearer of bad news But it ain't cool flexing 'bout your conditions I mean like, who in the world makes it cool to be sad? Objection hearsay, that's bullshit Bitch you need to go out and touch the fucking grass Stop saying shit nobody asks It's not all about you and your sorry ass But I mean it (Bitch) You need to go out and touch the fucking grass Stop saying shit nobody asks It's not all about you and your sorry ass But I mean it, you need to touch some grass