Therapy

I told my therapist about you
What a funny way to tell you I'm in love
I'd cry, but you tell me I'm not allowed to
This shit is heavy, I don't wanna open up
I told my therapist I'm dying
He said, "That's certainly a lot to unpack"
"Your time is up, but tell me more when you come back, how's that?"
And now we're right back where we started
I gave it all up
I gave it all up

Yeah
And if you're feeling up, you can say you hate me
I've been staying down since I turned eighteen
And I feel it daily

Give it all up, give it all up
Give it all up, give it all up

And I am not a man, you can call me machine
'Cause I feel like more your fan
Forced to drink the caffeine
Is it convenient?

Give it all up, give it all up (convenient)
Give it all up, give it all up

I told my therapist about you
What a funny way to tell you I'm in love
I'd cry, but you tell me I'm not allowed to
This shit is heavy, I don't wanna open up
I told my therapist I'm dying
He said, "That's certainly a lot to unpack"
"Your time is up, but tell me more when you come back, how's that?"
And now we're right back where we started
I gave it all up

And if I wrote a song about it, would you listen?
Your name is in my lyrics, I call that forgiveness
But I don't mean we're cool, you know my indecision
I'm still on my own mission, you're kidding
But fuck off if you think that you control me
I own me, you act like you even know me
Try and shoot your shot like you Kobe
But you phony, and I tell that shit to my homies, it's done (It's done)
(I gave it all-)

I've felt worse
You make it easy to walk right out of touch
And I'm not sorry (I'm not sorry)
It's not easy to love me (It's not easy not to love me)
I know what I call love is something more than fucked up
But it's a coping mechanism, I know how to suck it up (I know how to suck it up)

Give it all up, give it all up
Give it all up, give it all up
(Yeah, give it all up)
(Yeah)

I'm a bad boy if I wanna cry myself to sleep every night
Know you love the drama
I'm not a heartfelt lover boy
Throw me 'round just like a toy
I can't pay for therapy
Just write it down to fill the void

I told my therapist about, 'bout you (you)
I told my therapist about, 'bout you

I don't vibe, I don't ride, I don't side
Don't confide in nobody
What's the point of meeting up
And talking shit like you just want my body
Don't hate me, cause you made me
Go, "Do re mi", now all your friends wanna party
Your best friend, my new shawty
Your best friend, my new-



Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Hall
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