[Lyrics] J Molley – No Mind Lyrics

King of music is definitely author
I feel i test pass
Only to have issues, depression and anxiety
And i feel nowadays so many young people especially in the entertainment industry
Are coming out saying they struggle with depression
I mean do you think more people are suffering than now
Molley just depressed, don’t pay him no mind
Gun up on my head, might do it this time
I ain’t like the rest, I can’t be defined
Miss me when I’m dead, shit, you can’t rewind
If I pop all my pills it’s curtains
I am not so thrilled with hurting
Molley on the edge, don’t hurt him
Shit you gon’ regret for certain
Popping all these pills to make me feel less
Going up to rehab was a real test
All my ops is pussies, ain’t no real threats
Riding ’round the city in a real vest
I can never fear ’em, we all bleed the same blood
That’s my brother but I call him cuz
Started from the bottom, we all seen the same mud
Ask my mother, we done seen the dust
She gon’ pass the pussy, I’m gon beat it up
Tattoos on my face and I’m a real thug
3D printed pistol with some real slugs
I was facing 20 years in prison till I cleaned it up
Molley just depressed, don’t pay him no mind
Gun up on my head, might do it this time
I ain’t like the rest, I can’t be defined
Miss me when I’m dead, shit, you can’t rewind
If I pop all my pills it’s curtains
I am not so thrilled with hurting
Molley on the edge, don’t hurt him
Shit you gon’ regret for certain
Sick in the head, how did I end up twisted?
Said that you’d love me forever then drifted
Sick in the head, guess I’m sad but I’m gifted
Hope when you hear this that it get you lifted
13 reasons why I’ll pull that trigger
Thought I was better but I’m getting sicker
Mental illness got me feeling bitter
They prolly laugh when they look at my Twitter
(Breath in slow)
(Take control)
(Please don’t go)
(I can’t cope)
Molley just depressed, don’t pay him no mind
Gun up on my head, might do it this time
I ain’t like the rest, I can’t be defined
Miss me when I’m dead, shit, you can’t rewind
If I pop all my pills it’s curtains
I am not so thrilled with hurting
Molley on the edge, don’t hurt him
Shit you gon’ regret for certain
Baker got the keys, boy