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austin skinner - depleted lyrics

[chorus]
(hahaha), yeah, once in my life i been feeling alive
i been through times that made me go cry
i don’t like talking, like, “shut up, be quiet, okay?” (yeah, yeah)
i feel defeated, depleted, okay
i pop a 15 and float out of sp+ce
i pop a 30 then fall on my face
pray that my brother get freed out them gates, yeah (yeah)
i’m on the lean noddin’ off, i swerve
i had to get me a loss, how i learned
i keep a pistol, i’m stayin’ alert (yeah)

[verse]
freaky lil’ b+tch tryna suck on the c+ck
no smith & wesson, i keep me a glock
shawty know that i be countin’ a lot
pop me a pill, i’m addicted like rocks, huh, yeah
i got my phone, calling jenny up
my mama dying, it tear me up
tryna get all of her pockets stuffed
i’m on a mission, i’m fighting, i’m flying
’till the mission go, “complete”
i overdosed, they thought i was dying
now that b+tch up on her knees (slurp)
baby, i lied
i ain’t really put them percs down
i see the smile on yo’ face
every time i try to go down
baby, i need you
thought you knew that, baby, right now
girl, when i see you
need a second, need a time+out
jump in the ocean, i swim with the sharks
i just be working, baby, movin’ smart
push a b+tton, didn’t start up the car
girl, i miss you, i don’t care where we are
poppin’ that oxy’, not poppin’ no bars
posted, pourin’ fours inside a bar
i love me tris and i love me wockhardt
pull out that rolls+royce, she f+ck in the car
[interlude]
put the curtains up, it’s funny
yo’ b+tch so dumb
my baby, my love
tryna f+ck on her face
i’m really goin’ crazy
hope my mama see me make it
if she don’t, i’m taking my life

[chorus]
yeah, once in my life i been feeling alive
i been through times that made me go cry
i don’t like talking, like, “shut up, be quiet, okay?” (yeah, yeah)
i feel defeated, depleted, okay
i pop a 15 and float out of sp+ce
i pop a 30 then fall on my face
pray that my brother get freed out them gates, yeah (yeah)
i’m on the lean noddin’ off, i swerve
i had to get me a loss, how i learned
i keep a pistol, i’m stayin’ alert (yeah)

[outro]
i got my phone, calling jenny up
my mama dying, it tear me up
tryna get all of her pockets stuffed
every time feelin’ i’m not enough, oh

- austin skinner lyrics

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