Seasonal Depression

It’s fine by me, baby you
Can hit my line sometime, sometime
I been tryna find my way
Baby don’t you waste my time one time
No time for the bullshit
I’m tryna go from Jameson to
Knob Creek to single malt
Van Winkle Pappy when women call me Papi
But ironic I don’t gotta deal with
Little girls’ shit no more
It’s where I’m headed, this a new day
When you really bend a flower
Can’t no bouquet compare
We all tryna fill these holes but nobody
Really knows how they became holes
Sometime, somewhere is all we know
Loneliness like dominoes we all knock each
Other down when we fall, tryna grow
It’s pretty somehow
Like you would set ‘em up again and take mad
Long to do it just
Because it looks controlled
It’s hard bein’ real cause
Everybody don’t know how
But everybody can be fake so we
Do it not to be alone
Caught between the need for home
And the need to roam they say "when in Rome
" but what ‘bout when you leavin’ Rome?
And the habit's that you got
There are stuck with you
And everybody got their two cents but
Most ain't worth two cents
But they all think that they
Keep it a buck witchu
So many trust issues, all I trust is issues
Shit cause they been with me forever
Yellin’ at my shit like, "be together"
Waitin’ for the sun to shine
That ain’t a metaphor yo
I really need the weather
Seasonal depression, shit
I’m leadin’ the league
Young sinus infection
That be my alter-ego but I’m a G though
Scrollin’ down the Gram
Tryin’ hard not to just be
A slave to my libido
But I was taught layups is layups and homie
Free throws is free throws
And you should hit everything
That you can but
I been learnin’ I don’t need those
And I swear that shit make me feel free, bro
We’ll see how long it lasts
Know I’m bein’ awfully brash but it might
Be time to feel somethin’ real, yo
Can’t give my whole heart but I
Might could spare a piece, though
Well shit, we’ll see though