[Producer Tag]

Damn, Mizzy Mauri got the beats

[Verse 1: Wombat)

Yeah

I guess it has come to this

I was stuck in a rip till I sunk with the ship

Stubborn as shit, sick in the gut, mixing uppers with bricks

Got addicted to drugs I was under a script

Been recovering since, feeling fucked, I crumble to bits

But it's nothing, pick me up & I'll run with the wind

Still got something to give, man I wasn't such a troublesome kid

Bumpin a cig, gettin drunk on the piss

Got no trust in the biz, just got lust for fucks that I give

I'm feelin numb when it comes to this business

Pick up the pen I ain't done with this shit

What, you thinking I must've quit? These other cunts, they got nothin on this

Even my haters know, but am I the same or am I changin tho?

Every mistake I've made you'd think maybe so

That's just the way it goes, tryna escape the chains that restrain us

Can we break it? Let's just take it slow

[Chorus #1: Wombat

How, are you meant to deal with a mental illness?

Downed, many many pills, are you meant to feel this?

How, are you meant to deal with a mental illness?

How? How?

How, are you meant to deal with a mental illness?

Downed, many many pills, are you meant to feel this?

How, are you meant to deal with a mental illness?

Down, Down

Yeah

[Verse 2: Wombat)

I love to blaze, but the drugs are somethin I've come to hate

Cause they're fuckin my mates plus I'm underweight with a sunken face

I've done mistakes, man I feel disgusted my stomach aches

I jump the stage just to get unstuck from this stubborn state

But nothin changed, man I'm feelin rough when it comes to fame

Yeah, and I feel like HUSKii I'll Numb my Brain

Cunts'll say I look like a junkie "It's such a shame"

But I don't touch it mate I'm just puffing J's till my lungs decay

Yeah fuck it aye, cause I'm at the stage where you face the facts

& safe to say that I ain't been makin no major stacks

I'm scrapin cash, tickin a tenner but never payed you back

It's crazy as, sick in the head, so I guess I'll make a track

But I don't give or take to rap, I'm expressin suppressed aggression

When I was 11 i was dreading every second lesson

Sick of getting threatened, I'll confess it, nearly lead too necking

Like fuck the world, depression sets in, but it begs the question

[Chorus #1: Wombat)

How, are you meant to deal with a mental illness?

Downed, many many pills, are you meant to feel this?

How, are you meant to deal with a mental illness?

How? How?

How, are you meant to deal with a mental illness?

Downed, many many pills, are you meant to feel this?

How, are you meant to deal with a mental illness?

Down, Down

Yeah

[Verse 3: Wombat)

When life is going so fast

Holdin' onto a moment I hope it'll last

Although I was broken, I know that I'm over my past

I've chosen a path, but I suppose you know it gets hard

The only way I would cope was smoking alone in the dark

Loathin but tokin the grass, moping then choking, I gasp

Over and over, emotions I mask

It ain't a joke it's like I've frozen my heart, I wish could go to the start

But nah, been mucking up my decisions

I should've stuck to vision like who the fuck am I kidding?

From bugging to wigging, I usually trust but I'm trippin

& soon enough I'll be flippin, abusing drugs, it's a given

My mood is jumping & dipping, I'm stupid, fuck it I'm quitting

& you can stuff your opinion cause I'm too stubborn to listen, shit

I might die convinced I'm crazy like my mind is Schiz'

Confined within a psyche asylum vibin to the rhymes I spit