Peter Kastro, Ebri Yahloe - Depression Lyrics

I worry 'bout spreading my dread, and I don't want you all to get it
So I just stay home
I'd rather be indebted to depression than a messy hair obsession
Of some new fake hoes

I thought I was fine, I thought I was fine
Thought I was fine, but little did I grow
I thought it was fine, I'd feel not divine
A curve of the spine, but nothing worth note

I'm worried about my depression. Everything ain't a lesson
People just love it when you use tropes
I hate that I can't be happy, like even when hair is nappy
Skin black in lap, I still lose hope

I'm camping away from civilization
I'm in the woods of my brain
I can't be afraid of instigation
If only then, maybe I could escape

I'm feeling eyes creeping in - every move made feels like a movie
I'm seated and feeding into each thought that behooves me
I'm freaking tweaking on analgesic relief from the Doctor
Maybe I'll take 'em at once and see if he's got better offers
I'm feeling dark again, and I ain't talking 'bout skin or sin
I just mean if I did have a gun with bullets, I'd end it
I'm feeling sparks within that haven't surfaced in years
And I'm willing to bet even you'd vet these feelings in tears

And I do, and I do, and I do
Think like you do about the things that I've said
And I do think it's true what we view
Is all up in our heads, heads, oh

I know that I've been in this place before and made it out from
But something in me tells me that this time, there is no outcome
Think I'm losing faith, and I know I don't believe in God
But where's the human race when you need 'em?