[Verse 1: Heiakim]
Well this song is 'bout depression
It's like a way to open up a conversation
Yeah I felt that too!
It's my confession, lack of expression, more like obsession
Yeah I felt that too!

[Pre-Chorus: Heiakim]
I hate to be the bearer of bad news
But it ain't cool flexing 'bout your conditions
I mean like, who in the world makes it cool to be sad?
Objection hearsay, that's bullshit

[Chorus: Heiakim]
Bitch you need to go out and touch the fucking grass
Stop saying shit nobody asks
It's not all about you and your sorry ass
But I mean it, you need to touch some grass

[Verse 2: Heiakim]
Bruh you need to stop
Cause we're 80s
We pass the mountain just to see the math classes
You just soft ass boy called 90s
Or it's gen z?
Hell, I don't even know what to call you guys bangsat
[Pre-Chorus: Heiakim]
I hate to be the bearer of bad news
But it ain't cool flexing 'bout your conditions
I mean like, who in the world makes it cool to be sad?
Objection hearsay, that's bullshit

[Chorus: Heiakim]
Bitch you need to go out and touch the fucking grass
Stop saying shit nobody asks
It's not all about you and your sorry ass
But I mean it
Bitch, you need to go out and touch the fucking grass
Stop saying shit nobody asks
It's not all about you and your sorry ass
But I mean it, you need to touch some grass