5150/Outro - ITSOKTOCRY, Jett

Oh fuck man, this kid again, fuck

Hey yo, CRY

Hey yeah, whassup man

How you been, bro?

I’ve been ight, bro

How come you still so sad?

Why are you still so depressed?

Uh, depression, bro, and anxiety, it’s not really that easy, it’s, it’s…

But you gotta be happy, bro

I’ve been trying, bro, but…

Gotta keep making music

It’s not that easy, bro, I’ve been trying as hard as I can but no one just

listens to me

Okay, tell what’s really been going on

Okay, okay

I’m a ghost in my city, ESP off the meter

I made a name for myself but still nobody can see it

I came a long damn way from bagging boof and Selena

I still feel dead inside, but if I’m high then I’m feeling alive

Bullshit, put the fact that I’m insane aside

Bullshit spilling out your mouth and out your mind

No way you see my silhouette through all the light

Y’all fake, no more favors, I’m taking what’s mine

Whoa, whoa, whoa, you gotta a lot to work on bro, you gotta slow it down

Bipolar, mix that with the ADHD

Can’t sleep, can’t eat, dead as of lately

Haters coming for me like they John Wayne Gacy

Might be depressed but the hate don’t phase me

Never done a free feat, fuck you, pay me

Prefontaine at the track meet lately

Tears stained racks on the floor, please save me

Blood on the floor and the sink, please save me