Popa Chubby Manic Depression
Manic depression is touching my soul I know what I want but I just don't know How to, go about gettin' it Feeling sweet feeling, Drops from my fingers, fingers Manic depression is catchin' my soul Woman so weary, the sweet cause in vain You make love, you break love It's all the same When it's, when it's over, mama Music, sweet music I wish I could caress, caress, caress Manic depression is a frustrating mess
Well, I think I'll go turn myself off, And go on down All the way down Really ain't no use in me hanging around In your kinda scene
Music, sweet music I wish I could caress, caress, caress Manic depression is a frustrating mess
