Ivan B – Maybe I’m Depressed Lyrics

[Chorus]
Maybe I’m depressed, ayy
I know I’ma take it to the next day
Always fall in love with anything that breaks me
Praise God while the Devil tries to take me
I don’t wanna go out
Six-feet under, only when I slow down
I know you think you know me, tell me what you know now
Cop a Lambo, bet they tell me that I sold out, (Yeah), sold out
(What’s wrong with you?)
Maybe I’m depressed
Maybe I’m depressed, yeah, yeah, yeah
(What’s wrong with you?)
Maybe I’m depressed
Maybe I’m depressed, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
I kept it a hunnit, lost more than a hunnit people
If my life is a movie, don’t give me a sequel
Yeah, nothing is free, but I’m hittin’ my free throw
Depression addicting, yeah, give me a kilo
Killin’ my ego casino
The chips on my shoulder could fund a casino
I’m bringin’ my A-game I keep on the [dealo?]
The scars on my life like I know Al Pacino
Circle ’round the block, three-thirty in the morning, I
Keep going, tears up on my face, keep showing
Pain inside my chest, keep holding, ah
On a plane to Fiji, I don’t want this world to see me
Wonder will this feeling leave me?
Looking out the window

[Chorus]
Maybe I’m depressed, ayy
I know I’ma take it to the next day
Always fall in love with anything that breaks me
Praise God while the Devil tries to take me
I don’t wanna go out
Six-feet under, only when I slow down
I know you think you know me, tell me what you know now
Cop a Lambo, bet they tell me that I sold out, (Yeah), sold out
(What’s wrong with you?)
Maybe I’m depressed
Maybe I’m depressed, yeah, yeah, yeah
(What’s wrong with you?)
Maybe I’m depressed
Maybe I’m depressed, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
I got too many chips on the table
[?]
Can’t print enough money to say that I sold out
Say nothing is handed, but hands what they hold out
Shoutout the label that said that we like you but got someone like you
I wanna remind you that 250 million plus sits on a record, yeah, those are the numbers, we did ’em without you
Isolated, lost inside the mountains, yeah, that’s my favorite
Countin’ out the stars like I’ma take ’em
Regrets inside my heart like I’ma break him
Overthinking, maybe

[Chorus]
Maybe I’m depressed, ayy
I know I’ma take it to the next day
Always fall in love with anything that breaks me
Praise God while the Devil tries to take me
I don’t wanna go out
Six-feet under, only when I slow down
I know you think you know me, tell me what you know now
Cop a Lambo, bet they tell me that I sold out, (Yeah), sold out
(What’s wrong with you?)
Maybe I’m depressed
Maybe I’m depressed, yeah, yeah, yeah
Maybe I’m depressed
Maybe I’m depressed, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro]
Ayy, whatchu know?
(Welcome to Verizon)
Yeah, yeah, yeah