call the therapist!
I seen niggas breakdown
I seen myself breakdown in the mirror
I crumble just at the thought of losing myself in rot
I picture tears crawling down the face of all my peers
Never listen, my momma said I never listen
Exposition, the kids at school would call me bitch
A decision would make me the new school bully
I guess I cracked huh
I guess I cracked
All these eyes on me like I'm back in middle school, I'm just walking down the street
Niggas staring holes like I'm a mystique aye tell me little nigga why you looking at me
Therapist ask "are you thinking of dying?" are you honest if so they gon call the police
Tryna do my living in peace
Niggas live they life dying just to rest in pieces
Mobs crowd around like geeses
Imma put an iron to the crease
And this shit leather man it take too long man how many days 'till I look like me again
Everyday waiting for the world to end
Now I really feel like my dad
He too negative for me
Half the time he talk was when he was lecturing me
I don't need a sit-down I need you to understand about my future plans
You won't shoot them down right
('Bout my future plans)
Told myself to be myself even after whoopings from that belt
But I didn't know how that leather would hit and lock little bits and pieces of myself
Ah shit
Airing out messes to God
Tryna see through the facades
All of my flaws
Ah shit, call the therapist
Said I'm airing out messes to God
Tryna see through the facades
All of my flaws
Ah shit, call the therapist
Call the therapist
Call the therapist uh
Call the therapist
I just had a vision of death
Call the therapist
Heart too fast I'm gasping for breath
Call the therapist
Body sore can't get out of bed
Therapist ask if you thinking of dying
Are you honest if so they gon call the police
Begging to God
I'm praying to Him all on my knees
I'm asking for the lessening of literally anything
Been a year now since I was speeding down on the street
I had some stray thoughts of crashing my dog was right next to me
Saw him licking his seat and scratch his ears with his feet
That got me all the way home thank God I brought him with me
From that point on
I realized I might need therapy
But its expensive and they get paid to listen to me
But I still went
And I can say with all honesty
I took a step of many progressing my healing journey
From that point on
I realized I might need therapy
But its expensive and they get paid to listen to me
But I still went
And I can say with all honesty
I took a step of many progressing my healing journey
Uh
I seen myself breakdown in the mirror
I crumble just at the thought of losing myself in rot
I picture tears crawling down the face of all my peers
Never listen, my momma said I never listen
Exposition, the kids at school would call me bitch
A decision would make me the new school bully
I guess I cracked huh
I guess I cracked
All these eyes on me like I'm back in middle school, I'm just walking down the street
Niggas staring holes like I'm a mystique aye tell me little nigga why you looking at me
Therapist ask "are you thinking of dying?" are you honest if so they gon call the police
Tryna do my living in peace
Niggas live they life dying just to rest in pieces
Mobs crowd around like geeses
Imma put an iron to the crease
And this shit leather man it take too long man how many days 'till I look like me again
Everyday waiting for the world to end
Now I really feel like my dad
He too negative for me
Half the time he talk was when he was lecturing me
I don't need a sit-down I need you to understand about my future plans
You won't shoot them down right
('Bout my future plans)
Told myself to be myself even after whoopings from that belt
But I didn't know how that leather would hit and lock little bits and pieces of myself
Ah shit
Airing out messes to God
Tryna see through the facades
All of my flaws
Ah shit, call the therapist
Said I'm airing out messes to God
Tryna see through the facades
All of my flaws
Ah shit, call the therapist
Call the therapist
Call the therapist uh
Call the therapist
I just had a vision of death
Call the therapist
Heart too fast I'm gasping for breath
Call the therapist
Body sore can't get out of bed
Therapist ask if you thinking of dying
Are you honest if so they gon call the police
Begging to God
I'm praying to Him all on my knees
I'm asking for the lessening of literally anything
Been a year now since I was speeding down on the street
I had some stray thoughts of crashing my dog was right next to me
Saw him licking his seat and scratch his ears with his feet
That got me all the way home thank God I brought him with me
From that point on
I realized I might need therapy
But its expensive and they get paid to listen to me
But I still went
And I can say with all honesty
I took a step of many progressing my healing journey
From that point on
I realized I might need therapy
But its expensive and they get paid to listen to me
But I still went
And I can say with all honesty
I took a step of many progressing my healing journey
Uh
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