Postpartum Depression*

[Lyrics from Snippet] So much wisdom in these records, my setlist look like a checklist For life goals, my prime mode is optimist mixed with Michael I transform to give you a thriller, killer, a sight sore My grandma passed away, I been opening up my Bible I'm liable to wild out in meetings with all the sly folk That rape and pillage talent and suck you down to the dry bone Lawyers laughing with managers, label, meetings and nice clothes They'll give you a couple million and turn you into a sideshow If I was president, Wyclef, if I was president It would cost three million dollars to validate your opinion And people would shut the fuck up and Twitter go out of business Conversations with my wife, yeah, my married life is ridiculous Your Instagram is a fiction, you lonely with worldly bitches Scared of pushing your limits, you yellower than the Simpsons The thought of you losing streams got you doing shit for statistics Entourage, listen, no Jeremy Piven Never had to be golden, just needed a pot to piss in Needed someone to listen, Israel wants a witness But when you talk like a prophet, they need your head to be missing Glory Sound was impressive, future gon' respect it I birth you, then regret it, that's postpartum depression I birth you, then regret it, I birth you, then regret it I birth you, then regret it, that's postpartum depression