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Kanye West - Depression Relief Lyrics

[Verse 1: KayCyy]
Truthfully, I'd rather break a leg
Then there be fighting with my head
Can't get outta bed, can't get outta bed
They don't understand me
Maybe the ones that's been through it
All the ones that's goin' through it
They might understand me, uh
Pay somebody to listen
Shoutout to my therapist
She told me that it's normal
Depression ain't no joke though

[Interlude]
And it came to pass
When the evil spirit from God was upon Saul
[?] that David took a harp, here comes his gift, and played with his-, with his hand
So Saul was refreshed
And was well, and the evil spirit departed from him

[Verse 2: KayCyy]
Damn, I try the meds, I'm scared to try the meds
Almost lost belief, it was hard to breathe
I was feeling anxious, aiming for the top
But I've been at my lowest, sometimes I really worry
At times I'm really weary, sometimes I need a break
I try to make it work, I'm showing you my worth
This type of freedom can't be forced
Testing my faith, got reinforced
Watching who I lay with, careful with my seed
Can't just plant it anywhere
It feels darker when you're in it
But the light ain't far from your spirit
[Interlude: KayCyy & Kanye West]
You recording some?
I'm recording right here on my phone too

[Verse 3: Lexii Alijai]
Yeah, yeah, look
Bad bitch with a rotten mind
She only get cut when [?] and dime
Fake titties, fake ass, she ain't hard to find
Rollie on her left wrist, but she ain't got no time
For a nigga with no money to blow
That's a nigga really gettin' like a hunned a show
That's a nigga really stuntin', he got something to show
Chains on his neck, you know she gon' be fucking for sure, huh
That mean she a slave for the blue face
That mean all that bitch was running was two-faced
That mean she ain't fucking with no bootlegs
Gotta buy a [?], had a brother pay for hundred mustangs
Type of chick who be always that shit, slim dick, make a nigga wanna lose weight
Yeah, I wish I was your boo thing
Too busy, nigga, she ain't even do dates, truth ain't fair, look
Another lost girl
The fuck is we doin' not loving each other
Instead we just put all our trust in the brothers
And get our frustrations out under the covers, I'm sick
They ain't holding you down
They holding you back while you holding your crown
You got a lil pride and they showing your frown
Shit in the air must be going around, yeah
[Interlude]
And it came to pass
When the evil spirit from God was upon Saul
[?] that David took a harp, here comes his gift, and played with his-, with his hand
So Saul was refreshed
And was well, and the evil spirit departed from him

[Outro: johan lenox]
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