I think I got depression
Got depression
Drugs I got to stretch em
Stretch em
Bitches in the section
I collect em
I know my destination
I ain't wrecking
Nah
And boy don't test me
Who you testin nigga
I can feel the change
But I don't feel pain
Got too much stress
And it's here to stay
This years been cray
I just can't clear the way
All these girls think they here to stay
Idk what you hearing bae
Now these rap niggas fearin me
They ain't speaking as clear as me
Like windex
I'm clear as day
Mic check
Who's hearing me
Smoke another one
Find another way
I got bitches niggas
Hating every hour of the day
And don't let me fly the plane
If your tower in the way
I'm smoking sour
Bumping Ye
Watching power
Wit ya bae nigga
Something's wrong
Cuz I ain't feelin right
Deep depression
Got me stressing
I don't eat
I don't write
And it's that time of the year
When I don't sleep at night
Poppin pills
Stay in up
Sayin that I'm alright
But I
I think I got depression
Got depression
Drugs I got to stretch em
Stretch em
Bitches in the section
I collect em
I know my destination
I ain't wrecking
Nah
And boy don't test me
Who you testin nigga
My life is like an
Uphill climb
Tryn stay closed off
But they reading the signs
I teller there ain't nothing wrong
But she reading my mind
And I don't speak up on my feelings
Less the liquor inside
Inner thoughts up in my head
Gotta get my shit together
For I end up dead
How a nigga still depressed
When he gettin sum head
And I don't even crack a smile
When I'm gettin this bread
Do a trick
Say a joke
No giggle
Tryn be the main man
No Malcom in the middle
Lil niggas pop rockets
I'm like NASA
Wit a missile
When I hop up on the beat
Or I'm roastin instrumentals
How
Can you blame me
Fake love changed me
Seein how the money and the drugs
Make people do strange things
On the phone wit a friend
Like f*ck the music again
He say
How you gon quit
And expecting to win
Cuz I
I think I got depression
Got depression
Drugs I got to stretch em
Stretch em
Bitches in the section
I collect em
I know my destination
I ain't wrecking
Nah
And boy don't test me
Who you testin nigga
Woo$kee - Depression Lyrics
Woo$kee - Depression Lyrics
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I think I got depression
Got depression
Drugs I got to stretch em
Stretch em
Bitches in the section
I collect em
I know my destination
I ain't wrecking
Nah
And boy don't test me
Who you testin nigga
I can feel the change
But I don't feel pain
Got too much stress
And it's here to stay
This years been cray
I just can't clear the way
All these girls think they here to stay
Idk what you hearing bae
Now these rap niggas fearin me
They ain't speaking as clear as me
Like windex
I'm clear as day
Mic check
Who's hearing me
Smoke another one
Find another way
I got bitches niggas
Hating every hour of the day
And don't let me fly the plane
If your tower in the way
I'm smoking sour
Bumping Ye
Watching power
Wit ya bae nigga
Something's wrong
Cuz I ain't feelin right
Deep depression
Got me stressing
I don't eat
I don't write
And it's that time of the year
When I don't sleep at night
Poppin pills
Stay in up
Sayin that I'm alright
But I
I think I got depression
Got depression
Drugs I got to stretch em
Stretch em
Bitches in the section
I collect em
I know my destination
I ain't wrecking
Nah
And boy don't test me
Who you testin nigga
My life is like an
Uphill climb
Tryn stay closed off
But they reading the signs
I teller there ain't nothing wrong
But she reading my mind
And I don't speak up on my feelings
Less the liquor inside
Inner thoughts up in my head
Gotta get my shit together
For I end up dead
How a nigga still depressed
When he gettin sum head
And I don't even crack a smile
When I'm gettin this bread
Do a trick
Say a joke
No giggle
Tryn be the main man
No Malcom in the middle
Lil niggas pop rockets
I'm like NASA
Wit a missile
When I hop up on the beat
Or I'm roastin instrumentals
How
Can you blame me
Fake love changed me
Seein how the money and the drugs
Make people do strange things
On the phone wit a friend
Like f*ck the music again
He say
How you gon quit
And expecting to win
Cuz I
I think I got depression
Got depression
Drugs I got to stretch em
Stretch em
Bitches in the section
I collect em
I know my destination
I ain't wrecking
Nah
And boy don't test me
Who you testin nigga
Got depression
Drugs I got to stretch em
Stretch em
Bitches in the section
I collect em
I know my destination
I ain't wrecking
Nah
And boy don't test me
Who you testin nigga
I can feel the change
But I don't feel pain
Got too much stress
And it's here to stay
This years been cray
I just can't clear the way
All these girls think they here to stay
Idk what you hearing bae
Now these rap niggas fearin me
They ain't speaking as clear as me
Like windex
I'm clear as day
Mic check
Who's hearing me
Smoke another one
Find another way
I got bitches niggas
Hating every hour of the day
And don't let me fly the plane
If your tower in the way
I'm smoking sour
Bumping Ye
Watching power
Wit ya bae nigga
Something's wrong
Cuz I ain't feelin right
Deep depression
Got me stressing
I don't eat
I don't write
And it's that time of the year
When I don't sleep at night
Poppin pills
Stay in up
Sayin that I'm alright
But I
I think I got depression
Got depression
Drugs I got to stretch em
Stretch em
Bitches in the section
I collect em
I know my destination
I ain't wrecking
Nah
And boy don't test me
Who you testin nigga
My life is like an
Uphill climb
Tryn stay closed off
But they reading the signs
I teller there ain't nothing wrong
But she reading my mind
And I don't speak up on my feelings
Less the liquor inside
Inner thoughts up in my head
Gotta get my shit together
For I end up dead
How a nigga still depressed
When he gettin sum head
And I don't even crack a smile
When I'm gettin this bread
Do a trick
Say a joke
No giggle
Tryn be the main man
No Malcom in the middle
Lil niggas pop rockets
I'm like NASA
Wit a missile
When I hop up on the beat
Or I'm roastin instrumentals
How
Can you blame me
Fake love changed me
Seein how the money and the drugs
Make people do strange things
On the phone wit a friend
Like f*ck the music again
He say
How you gon quit
And expecting to win
Cuz I
I think I got depression
Got depression
Drugs I got to stretch em
Stretch em
Bitches in the section
I collect em
I know my destination
I ain't wrecking
Nah
And boy don't test me
Who you testin nigga
Writer: Patrick Turner
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