Depression - NLE Choppa

My eyes closed, can’t see

My mind stoned, can’t sleep

Ain’t got no appetite, I can’t even eat

It’s kinda hard being me

My eyes closed, can’t see

My mind stoned, can’t sleep

Ain’t got no appetite, I can’t even eat

It’s kinda hard being me

D, E, P, R, E, S, S, I, O, N

A real street nigga, but I got depression

A lot of things really left my feelings hurtin'

Just wanna please everybody, I’m not perfect

I tried to do right and be your stepping stone

But you ain’t do right, you even did me wrong

And I don’t know which world that I’m standing on

I just wanna be left in the room with microphones

My dad held me on the couch when mic was on

Your feelings get hurt and then you get your typing on

I miss my nigga you just know he gotta-