Ivan B - Maybe I’m Depressed lyrics

Chorus] Maybe I’m depressed, ayy I know I’ma take it to the next day Always fall in love with anything that breaks me Praise God while the Devil tries to take me I don’t wanna go out Six-feet under, only when I slow down I know you think you know me, tell me what you know now Cop a Lambo, bet they tell me that I sold out, (Yeah), sold out (What’s wrong with you?) Maybe I’m depressed Maybe I’m depressed, yeah, yeah, yeah (What’s wrong with you?) Maybe I’m depressed Maybe I’m depressed, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse] I kept it a hunnit, lost more than a hunnit people If my life is a movie, don’t give me a sequel Yeah, nothing is free, but I’m hittin’ my free throw Depression addicting, yeah, give me a kilo Killin’ my ego casino The chips on my shoulder could fund a casino I’m bringin’ my A-game I keep on the [dealo?] The scars on my life like I know Al Pacino Circle ’round the block, three-thirty in the morning, I Keep going, tears up on my face, keep showing Pain inside my chest, keep holding, ah On a plane to Fiji, I don’t want this world to see me Wonder will this feeling leave me? Looking out the window [Chorus] Maybe I’m depressed, ayy I know I’ma take it to the next day Always fall in love with anything that breaks me Praise God while the Devil tries to take me I don’t wanna go out Six-feet under, only when I slow down I know you think you know me, tell me what you know now Cop a Lambo, bet they tell me that I sold out, (Yeah), sold out (What’s wrong with you?) Maybe I’m depressed Maybe I’m depressed, yeah, yeah, yeah (What’s wrong with you?) Maybe I’m depressed Maybe I’m depressed, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 2] I got too many chips on the table [?] Can’t print enough money to say that I sold out Say nothing is handed, but hands what they hold out Shoutout the label that said that we like you but got someone like you I wanna remind you that 250 million plus sits on a record, yeah, those are the numbers, we did ’em without you Isolated, lost inside the mountains, yeah, that’s my favorite Countin’ out the stars like I’ma take ’em Regrets inside my heart like I’ma break him Overthinking, maybe [Chorus] Maybe I’m depressed, ayy I know I’ma take it to the next day Always fall in love with anything that breaks me Praise God while the Devil tries to take me I don’t wanna go out Six-feet under, only when I slow down I know you think you know me, tell me what you know now Cop a Lambo, bet they tell me that I sold out, (Yeah), sold out (What’s wrong with you?) Maybe I’m depressed Maybe I’m depressed, yeah, yeah, yeah Maybe I’m depressed Maybe I’m depressed, yeah, yeah, yeah [Outro] Ayy, whatchu know? (Welcome to Verizon) Yeah, yeah, yeah