Postpartum Depression*

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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