Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Depression, artist - Quando Rondo. Date of issue: 24.08.2020
Song language: English
Depression |
| Woah, woah, woah, woah |
| Hold on bruh, you too slime |
| Youngin' big blue, but deep inside, he like a red rose |
| on the beat |
| Bank account on overload, but I’m still broke in spirit |
| «Depression what he suffer from,"same words from Doctor Henry |
| It ain’t no love inside the slums, know if they cut, they kill me (Kill me) |
| For sixty days and sixty nights, I been goin' hard off this ecstasy |
| I pray to God that my killa don’t be a nigga sittin' next to me |
| Keep ya circle tight, this mornin' Alicia sent a text to me |
| Like they just want ya spark, reached for the stars, youngin' you blessed to see |
| Pablo callin' from the yard like «Drop that shit, it’s time to bless the |
| streets» |
| I had to make myself a boss, they want the sauce like «What's the recipe?» |
| Deep down inside I’m feelin' lost, I got a pound for the |
| I’m bonding out my nigga off for the way he look, he wanna bury me |
| I was taught that loyalty is priceless so true love shouldn’t cost a dime |
| I done been scarred by your love, so deep inside, my heart still cryin' |
| No, it don’t matter how far I look, for some reason, I can’t find |
| I keep abusin' these drugs to substitute what’s on my mind |
| I need someone to hold me down and have my back just like my spine |
| I’ma let off shots from that four pound and double back, empty the nine |
| I seen it in my grandma face, she was hurtin' from Auntie Porter |
| Feds did a sweep on 38th, we flushed the pills inside the toilet |
| Last night been tweakin' off of Percocets, I’m steady hittin' bars |
| Say I got the prints, shawty can’t even afford me |
| When I was locked in juvenile and called they phone, them folks ignored me |
| But now they all suitcase-ready every time the plane gettin' boarded |
| Who all on Instagram, flexin', can’t even sing or poppin' no money |
| It ain’t no love inside my section to the point where it ain’t funny |
| Just call from Uncle Teddy like «Nephew, just keep on goin'» |
| Guess I can’t seem to kick the drink, day and night lean, I’m steady pourin' |
| Now, I’m designer head-to-toe, she ain’t wanna fuck when I wear Jordan’s |
| Might have a baby with this Haitian bitch just so my child be foreign |
| I’m paper chasin' in 'bout sixty ways, I gotta run up more |
| They was on the basketball court when I was catchin' time in court |
| Sometimes I gotta hit my knees and pray like «Please forgive me Lord» |
| I’m steady caught up in my wicked ways, grippin' extension cords |
| Before I blew up, they ain’t root for me, I couldn’t get support |
| Now everybody wanna shoot for me just 'cause I live a-lore |
| Reppin' in this blocl city to city, day and night I keep on tourin' |
| In fact, I know that they ain’t with me, the reason my heart so torn |
| The number one reason they hate because I made it out the storm |
| Penitentiary chances I take, sometimes I wish I wasn’t born |
| No they can’t say they wasn’t warned (No they can’t say they wasn’t warned, oh, |
| ayy) |
| I was taught that loyalty is priceless so true love shouldn’t cost a dime |
| I done been scarred by your love, so deep inside, my heart still cryin' |
| No, it don’t matter how far I look, for some reason, I can’t find |
| I keep abusin' these drugs to substitute what’s on my mind |
| I need someone to hold me down and have my back just like my spine |
| I’ma let off shots from that four pound and double back, empty the nine (Deep |
| down inside, I’m steady cryin') |