Seasonal Depression

It’s fine by me, baby you can hit my line sometime, sometime
I been tryna find my way, baby don’t you waste my time one time
No time for the bullshit
I’m tryna go from Jameson to Knob Creek to single malt
Van Winkle Pappy when women call me Papi
But ironic I don’t gotta deal with little girls’ shit no more
It’s where I’m headed, this a new day
When you really bend a flower can’t no bouquet compare
We all tryna fill these holes but nobody really knows how they became holes
Sometime, somewhere is all we know
Loneliness like dominoes; we all knock each other down when we fall, tryna grow
It’s pretty somehow, like you would set ‘em up again and take mad long to do it just because it looks controlled
It’s hard bein’ real cause everybody don’t know how
But everybody can be fake so we do it not to be alone
Caught between the need for home and the need to roam
They say “when in Rome,” but what ‘bout when you leavin’ Rome?
And the habits that you got there are stuck with you
And everybody got their two cents but most ain't worth two cents but they all think that they keep it a buck witchu
So many trust issues, all I trust is issues, shit
Cause they been with me forever
Yellin’ at my shit like, “be together”
Waitin’ for the sun to shine
That ain’t a metaphor yo, I really need the weather
Seasonal depression, shit, I’m leadin’ the league
Young sinus infection, that be my alter-ego but I’m a G though
Scrollin’ down the Gram, tryin’ hard not to just be a slave to my libido
But I was taught layups is layups and homie, free throws is free throws
And you should hit everything that you can but I been learnin’ I don’t need those
And I swear that shit make me feel free, bro
We’ll see how long it lasts
Know I’m bein’ awfully brash but it might be time to feel somethin’ real, yo
Can’t give my whole heart but I might could spare a piece, though
Well shit, we’ll see though