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Seasonal Depression

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Seasonal Depression

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What's on your mind? (oh, yeah yeah)

Blackout girls

Period

I won't lie, I won't hit you

I won't ask what's on your mind

I won't kiss you, I won't pick up every time

I won't miss you, I won't wanna make you mine

I get drunk, I get twisted

I get by

I got demons, I got reasons why I lie

I be tweakin', I be screamin' every night

You my baby, You my nigga

You my life

You my passion, You my poison

You my high

Rollin' the dice all the time

I almost die all the time

Showin' the ice all the time

Question my life all the time

Took by the pint, regular

Took with the knife, jugular

You wanna fight, right?

You want this life, right?

I do what I like, bitch

Made you excited

Still too defiant, and

Still get too violent

Bruises too violet

And let that remind ya

So what is the night ya?

You ain't suave

I won't lie, I won't hit you

I won't ask what's on your mind

I won't kiss you, I won't pick up every time

I won't miss you, I won't wanna make you mine

I get drunk, I get twisted

I get by (yeah)

I got demons, I got reasons why I lie (yeah)

I be tweakin', I be screamin' every night (yeah)

You my baby, You my nigga

You my life

You my passion, You my poison

You my high

Rollin' the dice all the time

I almost die all the time

Showin' the ice all the time

Question my life all the time

Took by the pint, regular

Took with the knife, jugular

You wanna fight, right?

You want this life, right?

I do what I like, bitch

Made you excited

Still too defiant, and

Still get too violent

Bruises too violet

And let that remind ya

So what is the night ya?

You ain't suave

I won't lie, I won't hit you

I won't ask what's on your mind

I won't kiss you, I won't pick up every time (yeah)

I won't miss you, I won't wanna make you mine (yeah)

I get drunk, I get twisted (yeah)

I get by (yeah)

I got demons, I got reasons why I lie (yeah)

I be tweakin', I be screamin' every night (yeah)

You my baby, You my nigga

You my life

You my passion, You my poison

You my high

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