Counting Sheep #DONE

H - I be up late at night, thinkin about ma songs, how I want them ta sound/
Kinda funny people fuckin wit my music now/
Nightmares keepin me up so fuck a nap, & fuck sum beauty sleep/
Drugs in ma system, shit, I see ma PO inna boutta week/

I got restless legs, curse dem opiates dey are ma demise/
Beggin overdose, yeah I tried more than couple times/
Cold sweats, old memories still flooding my head/
Trust me I kno I made this mess wit my own foolish hands/

Prolly wouldn’t ever get no Grammy, I’ll help u understand it, I won’t deny my God/
Whatchu gotta do ta get the motha fuckin public nod/
It’s true ever since I can remember I knew I needed to get off the drugs/
I wanna say sorry to the people I hurt when I could not stop/

V - I’m not into freaky shit, I’m inta normal shit, I’m into let’s fuck around and get married/
I met my wife the day that she got baptized and ever since my favorite pass time is prayer/
I was back in addiction and fresh outta prison I admitted I was still shootin up fetty/
Wish I could tell u that I’s doin better, that all of dem months all alone made me get it/

I started ta worry that my mind was compromised I didn’t think I’d be able to stop/
Took a deep breath, wait shut up, pause, how could I think that’s how problems get solved ?/
There’s nothing alone I can do without God, the same God that knows, when each sparrow falls/
Tried ta swallow my pride like a 5 course meal, shouldn’t of answered my phone when the Devil called/

He said “Son you are talented, you have potential, jus get on your knees, and call me your king”/
As I thought, about what he said, remembered the one, that died for my sins/
Everything, I thought I knew, all just a blur, do I even matter ?/
I opened my Bible, to Matthew 9:9 I was born on 9/9 hol up it gets better/

I’m sick of liars, I’m sick of fakes/
I wish y’all would actually live what you preach/
I wish y’all would actually be in the streets/
I wish y’all would ask the opinion of me/
I been thru sum shit, of this I assure you/
I swear that I’ve overdosed dozens of times/
Leavin the oven on all winter long/
Nothin but worry when I look at mom/

H - I got restless legs, curse dem opiates dey are ma demise/
Prayed for an overdose, yeah I tried more than a couple times/
Cold sweats, old memories dey flooding my head/
Trust me I kno I made this mess wit my own foolish hands/

Prolly wouldn’t ever get no Grammy, I’ll help u understand it, I won’t deny my God/
Whatchu gotta do ta get the motha fuckin public nod/
It’s true ever since I can remember I knew I needed to get off the drugs/
I wanna say sorry to the people I hurt when I could not stop/

V - I got some sad stories, I’d be willin ta bet, that you prolly wouldn’t believe/
Whole life been wondering like what the fuck is wrong with me/
Baby mom still thinkin that I chose, the drugs, over my family/
I’ll prove her wrong, because my son needa kno who his daddy is/

Truth is I never chose to leave you/
Truth is she wouldn’t let me see you/
Truth is I would call on your birthday tryna talk and she said you dint need to/

Truth is I really thinkin she be evil, so I gotta pray for her too/
Hopped in the car told em “spin the block, I got 30 years in each shoe”/
Used ta hit the mall, in the bathroom stall, shootin fentanyl in Duluth/
Look to the sky, and say to my God, I give all my problems to you/

I was hungry, I was famished, I was starvin for truth/
Said fuck the drugs, I choose my family, there’s nothing my God cannot do/

H - I be up late at night, thinkin about the after life & where I will go/
Gave my life to the one true God so I think I kno/
They don’t fight fair good thing I’m tough, and I keep ma knuckles up, they’ll wish they never met me/
But the crazy part is when they find out I’ve been set free/

#Music-Project

Counting Sheep prod. by blueberrylove

I had a bad dream, woke up n made this in 20 min

Bad Dreams

The first verse and the hook is created by my boy, the physical embodiment of depression. We made up after some hard times. The second verse is my perspective on Depression and how understanding my relationship with that energy changed everything. Use the hardships in life as tools for growth.

Depression ft. (DPRSN)

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Produced & Mixed by Rah-C
Mastered by Noble Thomas

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Spotify Link: https://open.spotify.com/track/2OlaeZg5WH7ZzPWxgC6orE?si=c8c6b0cb5670400a

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