Spell

You know I’m under a curse Somebody go get the nurse I’m about to end up in a hearse You’ll have to finish my verse I know you might wanna question If this is gaining progression So here is my confession This spell it’s called depression You know I’m under a curse Somebody go get the nurse I’m about to end up in a hearse You’ll have to finish my verse I know you might wanna question If this is gaining progression So here is my confession This spell it’s called depression You know I’m under a curse Somebody go get the nurse I’m about to end up in a hearse You’ll have to finish my verse I know you might wanna question If this is gaining progression So here is my confession This spell it's called depression My life really isn’t glamorous It honestly feels more cancerous That’s why I was smoking cannabis Cause honestly it took care of it I just wanted to fix my problems But now I don't feel so awesome Cause I quit, and that’s good I guess But now I feel like I never can blossom Expressing my feelings can be hard But I’ll just tell you, my mind feels barred And that’s kinda why I’m always on guard But it doesn’t matter, cause it’s already scarred Screw it up more, now it feels marred Get out the lighter and make it all charred Now my mind feels like a junkyard That’s why I ripped it up and threw all the shards You know I’m under a curse Somebody go get the nurse I’m about to end up in a hearse You’ll have to finish my verse I know you might wanna question If this is gaining progression So here is my confession This spell it’s called depression You know I’m under a curse Somebody go get the nurse I’m about to end up in a hearse You’ll have to finish my verse I know you might wanna question If this is gaining progression So here is my confession This spell it’s called depression You may think that I’m just confused But I’m bruised And my mind feel all abused And misused now I’m feeling diffused With no views I can not do interviews Cause I always refuse They say the problem isn’t you Then who’s? Cause I haven’t got a clue What to do But you probably already knew Is it true If it’s not me, what it’s to due to Can it undo If can be fixed, then you gotta tell me how to Nowhere to go, my mind feels so empty Thinking good thoughts, I use to have plenty Maybe not that much, but at least twenty You’ll think I’m crazy, I can’t think of any Thinking bad thoughts, tho now I have many Put on fake face, I’m tryna be friendly People think of me, and they always envy Think of myself, well I think I’m deadly You know I’m under a curse Somebody go get the nurse I’m about to end up in a hearse You’ll have to finish my verse I know you might wanna question If this gaining progression So here is my confession This spell it’s called depression You know I’m under a curse Somebody go get the nurse I’m about to end up in a hearse You’ll have to finish my verse I know you might wanna question If this gaining progression So here is my confession This spell it’s called depression