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Writin' shit about depression on a beat where you repress it

Man I just cant get my message to you people I'm addressing

I'm obsessed with no obsessions, and you still you don't get it

I don't get you, don't you get it twisted make me hit you

I miss you, I'm off this record boy and do forget it

I meant it, how many, amendments, you think I had when I wrote this shit down?

Man I know this shit now, I got a hit list now

I can't stick with it, ahhh. I can't stick with her, ahhh

No reason, man I leave her bleeding, i ain't breathing

I'm just hoping you don't read them texts

Like you need this in text, like you don't see your ex?

Like you don't need no sex? Like you don't mean those x

Man I'm just full of apathy, I just be what rappers be

I can see what's happening, with all your flaws

With all those nigga's "you ain't called"

With all those pictures you ain't saw. figures, bitches