Everybody wants to talk about
Oh yeah I'm depressed
I'm in pain
Uh nobody goes through what I go through
Bla bla bla bla bla
Shut the f*ck up
You don't know about f*cking depression
Until you wake up every morning feeling like shit
And you become so use to it you're numb to that shit
Don't f*cking talk to me about pain
Admiration turns to jealousy
Friends turn into enemies
They feed off my energy
Hope they don't remember me
Looking for me desperately
I know that they envy me
I know that they envy me
I know that they envy me
But still
I'll clap for you till you reach the finish line
Pain you hold
You don't seem to remember mine
You one sided
And you way off out of line
I have patience but please do not waste my time
No (Ohh oh ohh)
No one gives a f*ck till they all give a f*ck
And that shit really hit me like a eight-wheeler truck
Keep to myself yeah y'all stay stuck
Up on your bullshit, deuce I chuck (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)
Smoking less I'm focused more
Hurt me, broke me to my core
Please don't hit me up no more
Times have changed not like before
You were someone I adored
Loving you turned to a chore
My mind's already at war
I can't do this anymore
I just wanna know how you could ever treat someone like this
You tell me you're down but okay how did we end up like this
Oh the questions that I have
But I won't waste my breath to ask
It's over yeah yeah I'll say it for the people in the back
No one gives a f*ck till they all give a f*ck
And that shit really hit me like eight-wheeler truck
Keep to myself yeah y'all stay stuck
Up on your bullshit, deuce I chuck (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)
I don't have the energy for fake conversations
I know on the low yeah you talking on my name and
Don't move so confused when you pull up in my face yeah
And I tell u to move
Yo I'm done with this fake shit
No one gives a f*ck till they all give a f*ck
And that shit really hit me like eight-wheeler truck
Keep to myself yeah y'all stay stuck
Up on your bullshit, deuce I chuck (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)
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English
Everybody wants to talk about
Oh yeah I'm depressed
I'm in pain
Uh nobody goes through what I go through
Bla bla bla bla bla
Shut the f*ck up
You don't know about f*cking depression
Until you wake up every morning feeling like shit
And you become so use to it you're numb to that shit
Don't f*cking talk to me about pain
Admiration turns to jealousy
Friends turn into enemies
They feed off my energy
Hope they don't remember me
Looking for me desperately
I know that they envy me
I know that they envy me
I know that they envy me
But still
I'll clap for you till you reach the finish line
Pain you hold
You don't seem to remember mine
You one sided
And you way off out of line
I have patience but please do not waste my time
No (Ohh oh ohh)
No one gives a f*ck till they all give a f*ck
And that shit really hit me like a eight-wheeler truck
Keep to myself yeah y'all stay stuck
Up on your bullshit, deuce I chuck (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)
Smoking less I'm focused more
Hurt me, broke me to my core
Please don't hit me up no more
Times have changed not like before
You were someone I adored
Loving you turned to a chore
My mind's already at war
I can't do this anymore
I just wanna know how you could ever treat someone like this
You tell me you're down but okay how did we end up like this
Oh the questions that I have
But I won't waste my breath to ask
It's over yeah yeah I'll say it for the people in the back
No one gives a f*ck till they all give a f*ck
And that shit really hit me like eight-wheeler truck
Keep to myself yeah y'all stay stuck
Up on your bullshit, deuce I chuck (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)
I don't have the energy for fake conversations
I know on the low yeah you talking on my name and
Don't move so confused when you pull up in my face yeah
And I tell u to move
Yo I'm done with this fake shit
No one gives a f*ck till they all give a f*ck
And that shit really hit me like eight-wheeler truck
Keep to myself yeah y'all stay stuck
Up on your bullshit, deuce I chuck (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)
Oh yeah I'm depressed
I'm in pain
Uh nobody goes through what I go through
Bla bla bla bla bla
Shut the f*ck up
You don't know about f*cking depression
Until you wake up every morning feeling like shit
And you become so use to it you're numb to that shit
Don't f*cking talk to me about pain
Admiration turns to jealousy
Friends turn into enemies
They feed off my energy
Hope they don't remember me
Looking for me desperately
I know that they envy me
I know that they envy me
I know that they envy me
But still
I'll clap for you till you reach the finish line
Pain you hold
You don't seem to remember mine
You one sided
And you way off out of line
I have patience but please do not waste my time
No (Ohh oh ohh)
No one gives a f*ck till they all give a f*ck
And that shit really hit me like a eight-wheeler truck
Keep to myself yeah y'all stay stuck
Up on your bullshit, deuce I chuck (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)
Smoking less I'm focused more
Hurt me, broke me to my core
Please don't hit me up no more
Times have changed not like before
You were someone I adored
Loving you turned to a chore
My mind's already at war
I can't do this anymore
I just wanna know how you could ever treat someone like this
You tell me you're down but okay how did we end up like this
Oh the questions that I have
But I won't waste my breath to ask
It's over yeah yeah I'll say it for the people in the back
No one gives a f*ck till they all give a f*ck
And that shit really hit me like eight-wheeler truck
Keep to myself yeah y'all stay stuck
Up on your bullshit, deuce I chuck (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)
I don't have the energy for fake conversations
I know on the low yeah you talking on my name and
Don't move so confused when you pull up in my face yeah
And I tell u to move
Yo I'm done with this fake shit
No one gives a f*ck till they all give a f*ck
And that shit really hit me like eight-wheeler truck
Keep to myself yeah y'all stay stuck
Up on your bullshit, deuce I chuck (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)
Writer: Lauren Finisterre
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid