Good Night

Losing that feeling it's just hard to connect I don't say too much Too much weighing on my chest Last year I was supposed to be dead And I swear thank god ain't try my best Momma I know that you working One day Ima make sure that you rest The devil keep winning got time for stress No time to flex And I swear I don't got time to text And your feed still gotta check I remember talk saying I was next I remember texts turn straight to sex Keep giving more Keep getting less It's ok cause it's a test Try to make it out god please bless Me I was abusing my pills pressed She sad one time but think she depressed But I feel this all the time just repressed I'm not myself I'm upset Everydays hard getting dressed Don't got my health up I'm messed I numb myself up I'm obsessed Losing that feeling it's just hard to connect I don't say too much Too much weighing on my chest Last year I was supposed to be dead And I swear thank god ain't try my best Momma I know that you working One day Ima make sure that you rest The devil keep winning got time for stress No time to flex And I swear I don't got time to text And your feed still gotta check I remember talk saying I was next I remember texts turn straight to sex Keep giving more Keep getting less It's ok cause it's a test Ima make it Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah