therapy
Hi I'm tryna break a cycle
Hated my body since I was in high school
I can't tell a lie
I told my therapist I almost died
I told my therapist I'm kinda it
I told my therapist she need a shrink
I told my therapist I need to think
I told my therapist I need a drink
I told my therapist I need some time
I told my therapist I need to heal
I told my therapist that she need therapy
Cuz of the things I said inside of here
I used to be embarrassed of myself
I've never been a product of the shelf
I didn't grow up with a lot of wealth
I think that moneys just a waste of time
I know some boys with diamonds on they wrist
I keep a smile like it's on my hip
I keep her off the gram I keep her hid
This ain't me for me I do it for the kids
Back in the south I'm cooking like it's grits
Back in the south I'm cooking like it's
I'm in the bih' for the fucking low
I'm in the bih' for the fucking low
I'm in the bih' for the fucking low
I'm in the bih' for the fucking low
I'm in the bih' for the fucking low
I'm in the bih' for the fucking low
Yuh
I turn the eight to a nine speed
I'm in this bitch wearing Nike
I just got word back from all of my bullies
And you know what all of em' like me
Baby don't stress cuz I got it
I'm going up like a rocket
Back in this bitch like the Lochness
I'm in the bih' for the fucking low
I'm in the bih' for the fucking low
I'm in the bih' for the fucking low
I'm in the bih' for the fucking low
I'm in the bih' for the fucking low
I'm in the bih' for the fucking low
Yuh
Hated my body since I was in high school
I can't tell a lie
I told my therapist I almost died
I told my therapist I'm kinda it
I told my therapist she need a shrink
I told my therapist I need to think
I told my therapist I need a drink
I told my therapist I need some time
I told my therapist I need to heal
I told my therapist that she need therapy
Cuz of the things I said inside of here
I used to be embarrassed of myself
I've never been a product of the shelf
I didn't grow up with a lot of wealth
I think that moneys just a waste of time
I know some boys with diamonds on they wrist
I keep a smile like it's on my hip
I keep her off the gram I keep her hid
This ain't me for me I do it for the kids
Back in the south I'm cooking like it's grits
Back in the south I'm cooking like it's
I'm in the bih' for the fucking low
I'm in the bih' for the fucking low
I'm in the bih' for the fucking low
I'm in the bih' for the fucking low
I'm in the bih' for the fucking low
I'm in the bih' for the fucking low
Yuh
I turn the eight to a nine speed
I'm in this bitch wearing Nike
I just got word back from all of my bullies
And you know what all of em' like me
Baby don't stress cuz I got it
I'm going up like a rocket
Back in this bitch like the Lochness
I'm in the bih' for the fucking low
I'm in the bih' for the fucking low
I'm in the bih' for the fucking low
I'm in the bih' for the fucking low
I'm in the bih' for the fucking low
I'm in the bih' for the fucking low
Yuh
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