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Young and depressed, making music to my best
Too much shit up on my chest, boy I need to fucking rest
Life is a test, so I just guess, fucked up in school, I do not see no use
But it's fine cause I don't wanna end up like you
Imma do what I do, imma be what I be, do what I want so I feel as I'm free
Bout a year from now, imma be on my own
Half the people I call friends, they're gonna be gone
Still write shit on the same damn phone, still just being a sack of bones
Young and depressed, making music to my best
Too much shit up on my chest, boy I need to fucking rest
Life is a test, so I just guess, fucked up in school, I do not see no use
But it's fine cause I don't wanna end up like you
Imma do what I do, imma be what I be, do what I want so I feel as I'm free
Bout a year from now, imma be on my own
Half the people I call friends, they're gonna be gone
Still write shit on the same damn phone, still just being a sack of bones
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