Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Woke up like
"fuck this"
Same gray ceiling
Same dumb dishes
Phone full of messages
I don’t read ’em
I just flinch
Pile of laundry like a mountain
Can’t climb shit
I’m drownin’
Every thought like
"you ain’t worth it"
Little voice
Big mouth
Always shoutin’ (fuck)
Brushed my teeth at 4 p.m
Called that "progress"
Hit send
Lied to my mom
"I’m fine"
Hung up
Broke down again
[Chorus]
This depression got me fucked up
Brain say "get up"
Feet won’t stand
Everybody say "you got this"
They don’t see my shaking hands
This depression got me fucked up
Every day feels like quicksand
If this is what "strong" looks like
Then I don’t want that shit again
[Verse 2]
Friends hit
"come out tonight"
I type "bet"
Then kill the light
Stare at the ceiling like it’s fight night
Shadowboxing every goddamn thought in sight
Scrollin’ through their happy shit
Smiles and drinks
I’m sick of it
I ain’t mad at them
I’m pissed at me
For bein’ stuck in this same-ass seat (fuck)
Can’t wash my hair
Can’t change these sheets
Can’t eat a meal
Just skip and repeat
Therapist talkin’ ‘bout breathing deep
Bitch
I can’t even fall asleep
[Chorus]
This depression got me fucked up
Brain say "get up"
Feet won’t stand
Everybody say "you got this"
They don’t see my shaking hands
This depression got me fucked up
Every day feels like quicksand
If this is what "strong" looks like
Then I don’t want that shit again
[Bridge]
Yeah
I know I’ll make it through
I’m so fucking tired of tryin’ to
Hope feels like a bad excuse
But I still drag this body through
I’m not lazy
I’m not weak
I’m just fighting shit you can’t see
If I wake up
That’s a win
Say that soft
Then say it again (say it again)
[Chorus]
This depression got me fucked up
Brain say "get up"
Feet won’t stand
Everybody say "you got this"
They don’t see my shaking hands
This depression got me fucked up
Every day feels like quicksand
If this is what "strong" looks like
Guess I’ll just be fucked and stand
Style
gritty alt-rap crossovermale vocalscrushed drums and distorted bass. verses stay close and confessional with half-whispered delivery; hook explodes with shouted gang vocals and widening synth pads. subtle pitch-shifted ad-libs answer key lines. vocal sits raw and upfrontlight slapback on the chorus for size.
Prompt
A song about depressions and how hard it is (add a lot of cussing too)
Credits
Prompt byOvertoneLofi403
GeneratedFeb 6, 2026
ModelAria v5
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