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American Nightmare Depression

Depression, i gotta break free. Depression's got a hold on me. Depression's gonna kill me. Depression's got a hold of me. Depression, i gotta break free. Depression

better. Depression's got a hold of me. Depression, i gotta break free. Depression's got a hold on me. Depression's gonna kill me. Depression's got a hold of me. Depression

like December In the middle of July (so fuck it) We are dead flowers And pocket change - me Forcing smiles - so tragic baby We are the depressed

some little evil land With twisted cragily experiences Down below the Oregon Border (and fuck San Bernardino) I'm there in my dreams I'm there in my nightmares

likes to sing (AwareNess: So I told him, you know I'm just another american caught in between inspiration and depression) I'm just another American caught in between Inspiration and depression

the yard, to protect the premises Fuck Good Times, I'm talkin' about some of that Cosby shit Four bedroom home, white trimmed with green I'll be a doctor, regular American

at night I couldn't sleep 'cause my nightmares were nothing nice Volume 2 came out, got live in the press Regardless, I was still stressed and fucking depressed

the yard, to protect the premises Fuck Good Times, I'm talkin' about some of that Cosby shit Four bedroom home, white trimmed with green I'll be a doctor, regular American

yard, to protect the premises Fuck Good Times, I'm talkin' about some of that Cosby shit Four bedroom home, white trimmed with green I'll be a doctor, regular American