Don't Cry Mama

Well what do you know

Since a young lad this dumbass had a troubling soul

My mental health never been covered in gold

I love depression this shit is like my humble abode

It's a home, that I stay in way too often

I wanna leave, but I'm afraid that I'll head to a coffin

I wouldn't wish this on my enemies

Hate to admit that suicidal thoughts have entered me

Alcohol shouldn't mix with negative energy

But when they do it creates a wicked synergy

And if I'm being honest I been going thru it

Y'all wouldn't know unless you listen to apple music