Letras
People tell me I should open up
And I think they might be onto somethin'
Well I'm not an open book
I'm a bit more complicated
Some say happiness is overrated
They say I just might like it
They say that money can buy it
Well I don't have enough so I can't even try it
The tears I've cried
The sleepless nights
Don't turn off the light, I can't deal
I'm not depressed I just feel sad
The things I've done
Inside my mind
I feel the time slippin' away
But I'm not depressed, I just feel sad
I'm not depressed, bitch I'm stressed
Not quite depressed, just not as happy as the guy to my left
The last person i gave my all to was a bitch named my ex,
Super impatient, but patiently waiting for my friends just to text
Rolling a blunt relieves stress
And all of the pain that I had got from my ex
Like when my friend was shot three times, while I was sleep in my bed
And she was out there hoein' 'round and givin' other guys neck
These some of the things that I can't mention that just live in my head
Rent free, not vacant, paper chasin' in debt
Just Tryna escape this hex
This life is cursed, it aint blessed
I'm not depressed bitch I'm stressed
My jeans a black they distressed
My shirts got rip through the neck
That's why I stay with a tech
In case im lacking I got one in the head
I put the pen onto the paper like I'm Kyrda not death
Not death
Not death
Not death yeah yeah
Not death
I look at myself in the mirror, what do I see?
Someone who looks completely normal and full of glee
But if you look below the surface you'll find much more
You shoulda listened to what we told you a time before
The tears I've cried
The sleepless nights
Don't turn off the light, I can't deal
I'm not depressed I just feel sad
The things I've done