Cambatta - Depression lyrics

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Cambatta - Depression lyrics

[Intro] My life, my life, this is my life… [Verse 1] I think it's easier to die, 'cause there ain't nothing keeping me alive I'm hungry and I'm searching for the pieces of the pie My head is up but all that I am seeing is the sky The sky is the limit 'cause it ain't feasible to fly And the only the way I think I'm gonna reach it is to die Unless all the heaven sh** that they're preaching is a lie And I think it is a lie but I'm hoping that it's not And I'll know when I swallow all of the Motrin in this box They say that I'm the best since supposedly I'm hot I'm the closest to the top, too explosive not to pop If this is so then why am I still posted on this block With this toaster and these rocks trying to focus on this guap I can't do it, I'm sick of all this repetition I don't even know the reason for this deposition Maybe I just gotta learn from the lessons given ‘Cause I'll admit I haven't really made the best decisions Starving myself then eating out the devil's kitchen Yeah I'm free but my mind is more or less a prison I'm a victim of the circumstance Lying to myself and now I'm living in a burning pants[?] With no desire to extinguish it I'm burning in my sorrow and I care not to relinquish it It's like the only time I see is when I close my eyes Dreaming is the only way to keep me from these hopeless cries And I've been thinking about releasing what I hold inside My body's getting so full of stress I might explode and die If only I could coincide with time I would take a couple seconds to redefine my mind [Hook] I'm learning how to separate the lies from the truth And all this f**ing pain in my life is the proof I'm standing on the ledge I'ma fly off the roof With the pen I'm committing suicide in the booth I can't even look my loved ones in the face Cause I don't love myself and I'm feeling out of place My fingers on the trigger and I really want to shoot With the pen I'm committing suicide in the booth [Verse 2] And I ain't f**ing with no 9-to-5 If God put me on this planet to work then why am I alive I'm high and dry, tryna grind, but if I decide To put this rhyming aside and die would you even cry? Or would you even try to take the time To look at it through the eyes of the victim like a CSI Like was it suicide? Or was he murdered by society's depiction of what's right in their stupid minds? Or would you ‘Biggie and Pac' the case Throw away my files just to free up some locker space Out of 6 billion people I don't even matter And even worse, my life's dream is to be a rapper If you don't see it now, you gon' see it after People don't see the truth until they see disaster If you don't see it now, you gon' see it after People don't see the truth until they see disaster [Hook]