Lyrics Symptoms - Nic Hundrds

My ex tings sad that I'm leaving her
But don't worry baby it'll get easier
I don't really like to be on social media
Money made me share it never made me greedier

My ex tings sad that I'm leaving her
But don't worry baby it'll get easier
I don't really like to be on social media
Money made me share it never made me greedier

Some nights I really wanna cry but I'm resistant
She Said it's Cos I'm Sagittarius I'm distant
I told her I don't wanna hear that shit I'm Christian
But when she talk bout spirituality I listen

I got money problems money problems
That's the only reason that I'm on the street still
If you don't see me with that nigga he was weak still
I cut them niggas off don't ask me if we speak still
And I got so much on my mind that I can't sleep still
It's been light years that I get nightmares
Talking to my dead niggas like they're right here
Like they're right here

Yeah I just put depression in google search and I got all of the symptoms
Sometimes I get flashbacks laying on my bunk bed in my cell watching the Simpson's
Everyday I feel pain consistent
Money only ever makes a little difference
Yeah I just put depression in google search and I got all of the symptoms

The voices in my head are getting louder
Everyday I wake up feels a downer
When I never had no clout she would air it
Now She put it on me like I don't know how to wear it

Driving through the ends huh huh huh
Can't believe that my nigga got killed here
12 Hours in the driver seat huh huh
Sometimes this car feels like a wheel chair

You was on your way
To Grab her for a date
You're getting there at 8
She said she can't wait

Got caught by the Jakes & you couldn't escape
Heard your release date
And now she can't wait

Back to square one gotta rebuild
My niggas mum passed wondering how he feels
Talking to our fallen angels like they're right here
Like they're right here

Yeah I just put depression in google search and I got all of the symptoms
Sometimes I get flashbacks laying on my bunk bed in my cell watching the Simpson's
Everyday I feel pain consistent
Money only ever makes a little difference
Yeah I just put depression in google search and I got all of the symptoms

Yeah I just put depression in google search and I got all of the symptoms
Sometimes I get flashbacks laying on my bunk bed in my cell watching the Simpson's
Everyday I feel pain consistent
Money only ever makes a little difference
Yeah I just put depression in google search and I got all of the symptoms

Yeah
I'm just laying on my bed
Thinking bout the shit that I've seen in this life
Thinking bout the shit that I've been through
Everything that I've been through I've lived through
But one day it gone come back to get you

Blic!