Diggin' Lyrics

"I'm still, mentally, not so good, like I talked with you, like I talked to you the other day. I'm not, mentally

I don't know, in the mood, you know, to make things, right now."

I've been hiding in my room, it's getting hard to function

I've been tryna find a way out of this hopeless dungeon

Wha-, whatcha really mean that this was self-inflicted?

Wha-, whatchu really feeling when your face is pictured?

Fuck it, I'mma lean up in it, I think I can manage

I've been coping, taking tips from what my momma saying

I love myself but it's a hell up in my mental madness

Keeps me in the dark, I'm falling back down in my crevice

Do not help yourself, keep on digging, digging

I've been passing off my problems like I'm Scottie Pippen

Do not ask for help, keep on digging, digging

Everyone is struggling, doctors throw prescriptions

I've caught a couple, you could say that I'm experimenting huh

No one listens, PCP loves moving my appointments

Procrastinating, staring at myself, I'm no exception

I'm just like everybody else so really not important

I'm nothing special, consequences of a broken mental

I was just sheltered thinking my whole life was preferential

Shitting on myself, on my own instrumentals

It gives perspective, at least I have imagination

So I'll use it and abuse it, I don't have the patience

People tryna tell me how to feel on my vacations

If we're skiing on the beach or boating on a summit

These emotions trickling but I act like I love it

I need recognition, I need validation

I fucking get it but sometimes, I wish it was a liquid

I want self-respect, I want confirmation

So I could put it in a syringe and ask my veins to spill it

Lord forgive me, it's too late, I guess I wrote you off

So pass the liquor to my fate, concoct a Molotov

Watch where you throw it, it might smash into your paradox

My cynicism just projecting all my shitty thoughts

Loops repeating, it's a symbol of my deepest demons

Keep on dreaming, all these raps are gonna dull your meaning

Somebody told me, "Don't let someone tell you how to feel"

But my one and only hijacked all my pilot skills

Whatcha need though, deep depression, or a lost libido?

Me and Abel want the bitches but we both agreed though

Who would have thought that popping pills would be the proper peephole

Into the life that we could live without the lust of evil

Do not help yourself, keep on digging, digging

I've been passing off my problems like I'm Scottie Pippen

Do not ask for help, keep on digging, digging

Everyone is struggling, Doctors throw prescriptions

I've caught a couple, you could say that I'm experimenting

No one listens, PCP loves moving my appointments

Procrastinating, staring at myself, I'm no exception

I'm just like everybody else so really not important