Ophelia Lyrics

Ayo I caught the bpm

But I aint check the key

I left the autotune off

So it could just be you and me

I got some issues

Some call this depression

Some call this a privilege

Others call this a lesson

Some would

Call this shit stupid

I would call this my life

Yo I aint end it

I just wrote through on the night

Even though my visions private

Let me tell you bout my sight

I was fifty stories up

In Manhattan

Colored white

Maybe it was January

No maybe March, no

Maybe December when

Depression hits me hard

I was at this rooftop

Where Sinatra used to post

On the right side balcony

Just me and twenty ghosts

Looking down I smile

At what most would call the street

I saw this as a home that

Bill collectors couldn't reach

I saw it as some freedom

Maybe some type of retreat

A place where my fam

Can use my royalties in peace

This railing so low

This building so slim

I’m leaning over

Feeling, one with the wind

The bartender through the window saw my face I think she knew

Then I started sympathizing for how this shit might hit her too

To watch me jump

I think

We all wonder

Who would care when we leave

Who would stare there in peace

Who would crash into God

Who would steer their release

Shed some tears as they speak

Reminisce on some moments

Depart fear with they speech

When your love moving on

Will your album still drop

Will your fam collect the money

Will your fan base stop

Will your name live on

Or will they drag it through the mud

Will they say I would be a legend

Or cap me at what I was

Yeah

All of that and it still aint worth it

Got so much gratitude

It still aint working

Think I’m this low

Cause I live so high

How can you feel this good

And almost not be alive

Damn

But make it through for the little things

I say to all of you

I hope I’m never a hypocrite

Yeah

Let’s make it through this

Swear it only gets better

Straight from my soul

I hope you felt every letter

Fuck it