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Jon Bellion - Postpartum Depression Lyrics

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So much wisdom in these records, my setlist look like a checklist
For life goals, my prime mode is optimist mixed with Michael
I transform to give you a thriller, killer, a sight sore
My grandma passed away, I been opening up my Bible
I'm liable to wild out in meetings with all the sly folk
That rape and pillage talent and suck you down to the dry bone
Lawyers laughing with managers, label, meetings and nice clothes
They'll give you a couple million and turn you into a sideshow
If I was president, Wyclef, if I was president
It would cost three million dollars to validate your opinion
And people would shut the fuck up and Twitter go out of business
Conversations with my wife, yeah, my married life is ridiculous
Your Instagram is a fiction, you lonely with worldly bitches
Scared of pushing your limits, you yellower than the Simpsons
The thought of you losing streams got you doing shit for statistics
Entourage, listen, no Jeremy Piven
Never had to be golden, just needed a pot to piss in
Needed someone to listen, Israel wants a witness
But when you talk like a prophet, they need your head to be missing
Glory Sound was impressive, future gon' respect it
I birth you, then regret it, that's postpartum depression
I birth you, then regret it, I birth you, then regret it
I birth you, then regret it, that's postpartum depression