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letra de antidepressant - cemetery drive

[verse one – miles powers]
oo that pain stings then dies
when i speak paintings the picture cries
i do three dang things and mix ‘em all
look at me, can’t sing, just mix and rap
the last third this is pick apart all my art
it’s off, i’ll just x it out
i done gave yall bars in x amounts
i can give yall pause to flex, sit down
against all odds the best around’s here
flew up out his nest and western bound yeah
grew up unimpressed and left his town, feel
crew is on the set, we rep, we out here
f-ck all that aggressive chest is out sh-t
i’m just tryna best the best of my sh-t
and i wanna strеss this is survival
i will reduce the prеssure
that’s the idea
[hook – atwood]
tell me why i don’t call none my friends back at home
i don’t try, i ain’t picking up my phone
i’m alive, but that’s all i can be cold
pick up the phone, pick up the phone, pick up the phone, pick up the phone
and i’ma die sitting right here on my own
and that’s alright, cause i’m right here on my own
i made a life without hearing what they want
what they want, what they want, what they want, what they want

[bridge – chris wright]
[somebody?] reaching out to me to say some sh-t i already heard before
i don’t need to hear that sh-t
i feel the way i feel and that’s just how it is
ain’t gonna change sh-t
especially not about this

[verse two – chris wright]
i don’t wanna talk cause i’m already acting
feel like i’m burning away at my passion
i see my friends on the bench for a while
then i get worked up thinking we [?]
i watch it burn in the south, in the city
sometimes i wish you really could see me
i put an image up, i know that it’s fleeting
i get caught up and it ain’t looking for meaning
struggle with swimming, i stick to my circle
whether i drown is [?]
i’m practicing scripts in my daily rehearsals
my life is an antidepressant commercial
i’m down on the groove like vinyl press
i’ll take anything just to lie to rest
tell me the price and i’ll write the check
i won’t care about side effects
if i die
[hook – atwood]
tell me why i don’t call none my friends back at home
i don’t try, i ain’t picking up my phone
i’m alive, but that’s all i can be cold
pick up the phone, pick up the phone, pick up the phone, pick up the phone
and i’ma die sitting right here on my own
and that’s alright, cause i’m right here on my own
i made a life without hearing what they want
what they want, what they want, what they want, what they want

- cemetery drive

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