A depression song 😔 #AI voice Lyrics: Yo, This is my life, Listen, yo, yo. My life has been thru, like shatter glass n bloody wounds. My heart like Typhoon, no taste like tofu. Sleepin’ all day’n shades feeling like it’s raining till I faded away drinking myself with Bloody Mary. Mad seizures happened when I was only 10, destory now I’m changed, just don’t feel the same. I had popularity. Genetically, growing up with Hades grippin up to me. Ive been thru a lot when I was young, i was tough then but now I’m fucking done. I feel like I wanna run away from reality, what the fuck just unlucky shit that just happened to me? I miss High school, chillin with the bloods, having fun, booze, chedder, lust’n smoking blunts, I need a hug, I got a secret. I haven’t told how fuckin’ low i was, mostly i felt I was emotionally controlled . I need the Time Stone. The Soul stone to make me back sharp, heart healin’ so I can see making me a new start. Brain surgery is nothing but a misery, telling me to die from suicide, cloudy sky, that I can’t go up to rise. Demons talking to me, being low that I could ever be. My future not enough to see, seem to me I’m gonna suffer forever, never recover. Dangerously I feel I got something inside me. Lock the door, or get hypnotized like Kratos the God Of War. Yes I’m still tough, I would love to shuff it in to the toxic fuckers until they had enough. Respect me bitch, respect us bitch. I’m gonna slice up with these lyrics until you regret and forgive, lame ass bitch. Mentally, I felt god has help me seen’ the light to fight the depression the right way to make the mic up, rises’n up to make the hopes up so we can happily roll up to smoke up, word up, uh. I got a secret. More times past and I still feel the pain, same thing hopefully this shit wont last, this is madness. I had some beautiful dreams, no more peace. I want flashbacks, but now they’re deceased. Feels like my brain hurting and teasing me. Broken memories, I just need to sleep. ADHD depression’n anxiety. It breaks my heart seen’n people broken apart. It’s up to us tryin’ to feel better, I’m trying to settle down but there’s no one around. Trying my best to help with this meltdown but the only thing I can howl down is simple Sour Diesel. Whoof that flower is stinky, sticky’n crispy. I lost my hippocampus, my history speaks to me, It’s ok showin’ the broken pain, shitty life to complain not to be ashamed. Everyone has the same sulking feelin, angels comin’ to help the hope, showin’ so we can cope. Remember we all sigh , drink, smoke’n cry, but that’s the past Now it’s time to thrive with sunshine. We rise with secrets homie, homie u ain’t alone, our battery’s’ low but homie we can grow.