Depression, confession, ascension we share with each other Put that shit on whatever, we running another summer Class is in session Smoking pain with depression, No need to trip, you can tell em that i’m cool as hell His depression never ceases but he keeps hiding it well Let me teach you all the sounds of love Depression is an illness Time sits still yet to depression i am consigned Been trying to put it down long after i was signed This depression feels like being fucking stabbed Say she like my style but i talk too fast And i got them gold bottles, first place I've met depression on numerous days I smoke the greatest of medicine till we win Allowing me to calculate and measure the depths of my depression,