"Less Depressed"  Parental Advisory genre: Rock
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	I guess it would be best if I was 'Less Depressed'... In these times...it's the best way to be
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	Story Behind the Song This song was multilateral effort by Mike, Sapo and Heyjay...It is what it is. Lyrics Less Depressed Music: Hayes, Clary; Lyrics: Reddee, Clary Why would I give it up? For that bitch down the street, that thinks she’s tough Why would I give a buck? For the hookers on Hines and the preacher’s wives Why would I pay the price? To risk my life? So I could roll the dice? Why would I work it out? To give you one more chance when I still have a doubt! Why would I do it again? That was the last time you tell me that ya need more friends...Yeah! Less depressed In my dreams through make-believe I achieve at the life I lead Never clean wounds cause they never bleed I grew up like a leech, living life in the streets Spent my life, looking for my dad Not knowing about the terminal shit he had Terminal illness, has him by the balls The only cure, shiny white walls! My life is like a gamble A game I hate to play A bitter taste that won’t go away A nightmare repeated every time I slip away A knot in my gut! Uppercut to the face! A simply stupid jungle with dark gray haze (Chorus) I guess it would be best if I was less depressed I guess it would be best if I was...less depressed! I guess it would be best if I was less depressed I guess it would be best if I was...less depressed! I guess it would be best if I was less depressed I guess it would be best if I was...less depressed! I guess it would be best if I was less depressed I guess it would be best if I was...less depressed! Can’t tell ya what’s wrong with me Broken thoughts from a brain disease Everyone’s so different but easy to read Weakened by their life, everyday reality I really don’t know where the hell I’ve been I’m still acting cocky and willing to pretend that you know me I’m not a disaster I’m here to do better, a little bit faster Lowered in force, flattened, dejected and lit up so crazy It’s been a long time because marijuana makes me lazy Saddened, flattened, compacted, compressed, hazed and surrendered (Chorus) Don’t forget, I know when you lie Cocktail mama, picking numbers up from guys I understand you were too young to have kids That’s why you’re not settled and you’re not going to quit Looking for the perfect man to put up with your shit (and quit) Not yet! Not ready! Silk sheets and a see-through teddy You got more screwing to do? Balls turn to blue? I hope you catch something too...I really do Why would I chase a buck? Why would I give a fuck? Why would I give it up? Why would I would I take a trade? Why would I take space? Why would I take your place? (Chorus) Remember when I first met you Walking by, the swagger in your strut caught my eye Never wanted to get close to you, but baby I just had to And ever since that day I wake up and ask myself why? Why do we have to fight? Die? Live like this? Why do we talk that shit? Why do we fight this way? Have arguments everyday? Have wars and all that shit? Bomb other people’s kids? Live in the anger and this torture? Man! Is this the way we treat our kids? Living life in this smog, the death This mother fucking pollution taking all my breath (Voice Chorus)

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