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Manic Depressive
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Hardcore Rap
Manic Depressive was released on August 31, 2004 by Psychopathic as a part of the album Hell's Pit
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Release DateAugust 31, 2004
LabelPsychopathic
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Shaggy 2 Dope
Shaggy 2 Dope
Vocals
Violent J
Violent J
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Bruce
Joseph Bruce
Songwriter
Joseph Utsler
Joseph Utsler
Songwriter
Esham Smith
Esham Smith
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Esham Smith
Esham Smith
Mixing Engineer
Mike Puwal
Mike Puwal
Mixing Engineer
Shaggy 2 Dope
Shaggy 2 Dope
Producer
Violent J
Violent J
Producer

Lyrics

In my mind's eye, you throw wickedness at me
I'm just a toy to you, I bring no real joy to you
The way I see it, you don't want me here no more
You want a hole in my forehead and blood pourin' on the floor
'Cause I'm so dirty, fuckin' dirty and shawty
I want up out of this body that's hated by everybody
Sometimes I don't know why I continue to try
It's so much easier to die than to get by and to get by, and to get by
If I'm gonna die, I'm taking you with me
Get you and get me, we can be bloody
If I'm gonna fly (if I'm gonna fly), I'm gonna succeed
Take you and get me, we can be bloody
Sometimes I don't know why I continue to try
It's so much easier to die than to get by and to get by, and to get by
(And to get by, and to get by)
(And to get by, and to get by)
I-I-I-I-I don't wanna leave my house, don't wanna open my mouth
Don't wanna read my mail, don't wanna meet with pals
I don't wanna fuck shit up, don't wanna fuckin' get up
Don't wanna take up space, don't want your time to waste
I-I don't wanna fight this back, just wanna fade to black
Don't wanna turn to faith, I wanna burn at stakes
I-I-I don't wanna build my life, I wanna bloody my knife
Don't wanna grab the phone, don't wanna leave this room
I-I-I don't wanna talk with you, I'm fuckin' stalkin' you
Don't wanna fix myself, I wanna nix myself
I don't wanna try to change, just wanna fry my brains
Don't wanna slow shit down, I wanna throw shit around
I-I-I don't wanna run nowhere, don't want no one to care
Don't want another crack at it, I'd rather be a crack addict
I don't wanna look for help, don't wanna help myself
I don't wanna even try to get by, to get by, to get by, to get by
(And to get by, and to get by)
When the birds are singing
The sun shines that much more
My tea is so-
Woo! Did you see that shit, J?
One swing and get right the fuck off!
She didn't even see you coming, dawg
Written by: Joseph Bruce, Joseph Utsler
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