ForEver Cal - Mental Health [Orginal] Lyrics

**Let's just talk about it. Talk about it. Say it. Say it.

What you running from? What's got you un-settled? Settle?

1- F*ck the small talk what you want

Only time for the money and good company

No I'm not what you expect, no deposit, no respect.

Get Return check fees when they come for me

Paranoid, can you comfort me?

I ain't been myself.

Exercise and some rest would help.

But F*ck that though a Nigga been broke too long and I'm hoping I can sacrifice some health for wealth.

All money ain't good money

All good if the hood for me.

Know my niggas can relate.

F*ck you talking bout if I'm not in yo debate apologies to my supporters know I'm late.

Gotta Keep the faith.

I just got a counselor...

We talk about an hour every week.

Shit cost bout a Couple hundred dollars just to speak.

Feel like he gon get a hundred thousand out of me.

He say I need traction.

F*ck what you talking bout I need action.

Think I'm too distracted.

Think that damn secretary way too attractive.

Got me sitting on this couch shit is too relaxing.

Got me answering some shit that he ain't even asking.

And every word I'm speaking man I say that shit with passion.

I be ready for the world that shit ain't ever lasting

I be on top of the world and then I feel I'm crashing

2- excuse me if I'm rude sometime my mood swing.

It's no turning back can't go the way that I came

Damn near a fact I won't remember yo name

Anxiety is constantly occupying my brain

Talking to myself and constantly it's a strain

Between my hope and my aim it's constantly unsustained.

Sometimes I am just lying. Sometimes Im really a lion.

I feel like tucking my tail, instead I'm showing my mane.

I'm just saying I'm just saying don't you f*cking lose me.

Man my life is real life not a f*cking movie.

All that fly shit you talking man it never move me.

Most these niggas talking paper only talking loose leaf.

I be screaming in my head and still I'm losing my voice, the world give me no choice non stoppa.

Turn me to a pill pill popper. Top down dropper. Nigga won't you say it what you feeling listen let's just...

**Let's just talk about it. Talk about it. Say it. Say it.

What you running from? What's got you un-settled?