That’s Enough

[Intro]
Real story

[Verse 1]
I know what depression's like
I find the music really gets me by
When life has its ups and downs, it’s better if I'm left to write
Petrified
Got so many personalities that if I kill myself they'd probably class it as a mass genocide
What’s the point in living? I'm already dead inside
Said I lied on the web, I lied, spun a web of lies
Pray that I go in my dreams every night
I try to overdose in my sleep, I can't get anything thing
Dead surprised I even made it past twenty-five
Drunk, reminiscing on the people that I left behind
Cut off my cousin, I had to sever ties
Turning into a person that I don't recognise
Had a note drafted out where I said goodbyes
I ain't scared, years of trauma have left me desensitised
When I die there will be people posing as friends of mine
You know, people that never tried
When I asked for help they never pressed reply
I fucking hate this shit, I deserve it
I fucked up so many relationships
So dishonest, I would rather tell a lie and take the risk
Being honest it's such an awful way to live
I downplay the state I'm in
I comfort eat until it makes me sick
I'll be on a bender while simultaneously staying in
Minds thinking crazy things
Every single day’s a myth
Feeling sluggish like the first time I ever blazed a spliff
Waiting for therapy, six months on a waiting list
It’s like I'll only get the help if I decide to pay for it
A bit obsessed with cigarettes, I need a daily fix
I know it’s a crutch but nothing you could say can make me quit
I've been told my personality's addictive
Endlessly creative but my sanity's restricted
Is it my depression talking or the way my head is wired?
I just cannot tell the difference, I go from normal talk and then turn manic in an instant
That’s the standard, the patterns that I live with
I've struggled and I'm turning to the calories and drinking
When I tried to top myself
That was when I got the help
Man I'm feeling angry at the system
I'm just tyna rap and make a living
But I'm stuck in 9-to-5's just wishing
That it could be different
I can't live my life thinking that I am some victim
Taking music serious is such a rational decision
Since [?] died, I ain't been the same
Thought I'd recover but things didn't change
I'm going a bit insane
Read comments on my videos until no pills remain
Hours later I've got drips in my veins
Shit, my life flashing before my eyes
Doctors don't like what I'm talking like
Charlie's mortified
Didn't save to pay the rent, I was having an awful time
Seeing life through morbid eyes
Every time I post a link asking somebody to buy my music
I get anxious because I look stupid
I'm just tyna show my family I can do this
So skint once I accepted twenty pound for releasing thirty-five for an exclusive
I need to get the help before I wreck myself
I'm pretty messed up for an advocate of mental health
In the grand scheme of things, no one really cares about you getting well
Dead career and I'm dead scared I will soon be dead myself

[Outro]
Yeah that'll do