CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Clinical depression(remix)
Yeah you know you got it, i think deep down we all do
But we never wanna show it so we suppress
Keep it under lock and key so no one else will see
Cause you just live a normal life and not stress it
But its about time some one addressed it, so you can call this my confession
(Yeah)Clinical depression you got me stuck in your possession
It's starting to feel like the great depression
Clinical depression, i’m getting chest compression's
Cause i'm stuck in your possession, call it an obsession, minus the progression
I know this ain’t my profession, but you can call this my confession
Your a mess son but I ain't here to be your priest
Life is a blessin', at the very least rise up, yeast
You ain't a sheep so don't get yourself fleeced
It's these times you wanna weep, but dive deep
Find that inner peace, no time to sleep, on da feet
Up and at em, policed into makin' you confess son
Out of your depression, or got you chasin' another session
Of happiness inside of this pill that got you
Trapped in this cycle of heaven and hell
Facin’ all your demons like Azaziel, they have you
Under their spell, make you a scapegoat so you
Grab that rope to swing by your throat and choke
But you gotta search for that glimmer of hope
A shimmer, the light to help you get your mind right
Put down the knife, cause this strife will make you stronger in the end
Believe in yourself and be your own best friend
Cause you won’t find self-love in a cheap drug
Cause Clinical depression you got me stuck in your possession
It's starting to feel like the great depression
Clinical depression, i’m getting chest compression's
Cause i'm stuck in your possession, call it an obsession, minus the progression
I know this ain't my profession, but you can call this my confession
Clinical depression you got me down on my hands and knees reading all of your suggestions
Going after all these people even tho they ain’t even on my level, cause i signed with the devil
Like supply and demand all they do is try and command me
But come at me all you want, cause atlest i got the nuts and guts to admit it
So this song i'ma submit it, cause to this game i'm committed before i even bought the ring
So mom and dad commit me if you want i don't really care anymore
Cause i just found out mama sells her body like A w**** do
Now it feels like dad went to the store and never came back, cause he never was there
Acting like a thug buying all these drugs to cope with the pain, cause this t**le i just can't sustain, its a just a shame to the game
But they all be saying sharing is caring, but i guess in the end her never really cared
But James cut the door in half, but when he died he took the other half of my heart
Now it's like i got stuck babysitting depression cause i'm stuck in it's possession
So i gotta confess, i'm so depresses form all the stress
Its about time i stopped suppression it and like a letter i gotta addressed it/
Cause its got me looking a mess, with my life all stressed out
They keep saying I'm blessed, but some days I can't even get dressed
I'm just tryna be the best me i can be, but its just bringing me down like the rest
So it's time to stop suppressing it and to address it
Cause I don't wanna be like the rest, so let me be one of the best
But i can't ever seem to get any rest, so i'm going to get this off my chest
Like a twist of fate, he's waiting for me at the gate
I don't wanna turn this into a debate, but atlest he knows I won't be late
So now he can rest in peace, cause he could never get any rest here anyway
Cause all she dose is smoke the day away, but she gave it all way
Now I hope she just stays away, cause I just wanna pa** the daya away and fade away
Cause Clinical depression you got me stuck in your possession
It's starting to feel like the great depression
Clinical depression, i'm getting chest compression's
Cause i'm stuck in your possession, call it an obsession, minus the progression
I know this ain't my profession, but you can call this my confession
{verse 3;drako}
(yeah) you could call mt the black sheep cause i never belonged
Making these songs hoping y.all will sing along, but i'm up all night counting sheep to get to sleep
Taking a leap of fate just to wake up 6 feet deep
In the ground like i got some beef, pound for pound i fought but still there's no sound
So they all sit around and cry, i just try to die
Cause someday's i can't even find the will to get outta bed
So instead I depend in pills like there my friends, even tho I know there not(no there not)
Call em false prophet, cause they be leading you like a lamb to be slaughterd
Bit its worse when its the daughter leading her father to the slaughter
Cause you where the one who brought her to life just to get stabbed in the back
Only if you had a quarter every time she stole and sold your stuff, you'd be a very rich man
I know it wouldn't matter much now cause you can't even stand, so why would you need them bands
Like they left you homeless and phone less on the streets picking up them cans my mans
No more fans, cause your feet just sink in the sand
Tryna think, but in a blink of an eye your gone
I know it don't matter how many letters i write, cause life never seems to be getting any better
So if she Wants to do drugs i say let-er, cause I don't really care anymore
Cause my clinical depression, I'm so tired of suppressing you
Clinical depression, i'ma address it
So you can call this my confession(my confessions)
Goodbye cruel world. no more dueling
*shoots myself*
But we never wanna show it so we suppress
Keep it under lock and key so no one else will see
Cause you just live a normal life and not stress it
But its about time some one addressed it, so you can call this my confession
(Yeah)Clinical depression you got me stuck in your possession
It's starting to feel like the great depression
Clinical depression, i’m getting chest compression's
Cause i'm stuck in your possession, call it an obsession, minus the progression
I know this ain’t my profession, but you can call this my confession
Your a mess son but I ain't here to be your priest
Life is a blessin', at the very least rise up, yeast
You ain't a sheep so don't get yourself fleeced
It's these times you wanna weep, but dive deep
Find that inner peace, no time to sleep, on da feet
Up and at em, policed into makin' you confess son
Out of your depression, or got you chasin' another session
Of happiness inside of this pill that got you
Trapped in this cycle of heaven and hell
Facin’ all your demons like Azaziel, they have you
Under their spell, make you a scapegoat so you
Grab that rope to swing by your throat and choke
But you gotta search for that glimmer of hope
A shimmer, the light to help you get your mind right
Put down the knife, cause this strife will make you stronger in the end
Believe in yourself and be your own best friend
Cause you won’t find self-love in a cheap drug
Cause Clinical depression you got me stuck in your possession
It's starting to feel like the great depression
Clinical depression, i’m getting chest compression's
Cause i'm stuck in your possession, call it an obsession, minus the progression
I know this ain't my profession, but you can call this my confession
Clinical depression you got me down on my hands and knees reading all of your suggestions
Going after all these people even tho they ain’t even on my level, cause i signed with the devil
Like supply and demand all they do is try and command me
But come at me all you want, cause atlest i got the nuts and guts to admit it
So this song i'ma submit it, cause to this game i'm committed before i even bought the ring
So mom and dad commit me if you want i don't really care anymore
Cause i just found out mama sells her body like A w**** do
Now it feels like dad went to the store and never came back, cause he never was there
Acting like a thug buying all these drugs to cope with the pain, cause this t**le i just can't sustain, its a just a shame to the game
But they all be saying sharing is caring, but i guess in the end her never really cared
But James cut the door in half, but when he died he took the other half of my heart
Now it's like i got stuck babysitting depression cause i'm stuck in it's possession
So i gotta confess, i'm so depresses form all the stress
Its about time i stopped suppression it and like a letter i gotta addressed it/
Cause its got me looking a mess, with my life all stressed out
They keep saying I'm blessed, but some days I can't even get dressed
I'm just tryna be the best me i can be, but its just bringing me down like the rest
So it's time to stop suppressing it and to address it
Cause I don't wanna be like the rest, so let me be one of the best
But i can't ever seem to get any rest, so i'm going to get this off my chest
Like a twist of fate, he's waiting for me at the gate
I don't wanna turn this into a debate, but atlest he knows I won't be late
So now he can rest in peace, cause he could never get any rest here anyway
Cause all she dose is smoke the day away, but she gave it all way
Now I hope she just stays away, cause I just wanna pa** the daya away and fade away
Cause Clinical depression you got me stuck in your possession
It's starting to feel like the great depression
Clinical depression, i'm getting chest compression's
Cause i'm stuck in your possession, call it an obsession, minus the progression
I know this ain't my profession, but you can call this my confession
{verse 3;drako}
(yeah) you could call mt the black sheep cause i never belonged
Making these songs hoping y.all will sing along, but i'm up all night counting sheep to get to sleep
Taking a leap of fate just to wake up 6 feet deep
In the ground like i got some beef, pound for pound i fought but still there's no sound
So they all sit around and cry, i just try to die
Cause someday's i can't even find the will to get outta bed
So instead I depend in pills like there my friends, even tho I know there not(no there not)
Call em false prophet, cause they be leading you like a lamb to be slaughterd
Bit its worse when its the daughter leading her father to the slaughter
Cause you where the one who brought her to life just to get stabbed in the back
Only if you had a quarter every time she stole and sold your stuff, you'd be a very rich man
I know it wouldn't matter much now cause you can't even stand, so why would you need them bands
Like they left you homeless and phone less on the streets picking up them cans my mans
No more fans, cause your feet just sink in the sand
Tryna think, but in a blink of an eye your gone
I know it don't matter how many letters i write, cause life never seems to be getting any better
So if she Wants to do drugs i say let-er, cause I don't really care anymore
Cause my clinical depression, I'm so tired of suppressing you
Clinical depression, i'ma address it
So you can call this my confession(my confessions)
Goodbye cruel world. no more dueling
*shoots myself*
