Therapy

Therapy huh
I got this feeling I hold next to me I need some clarity huh
I count on music it's my therapy it's just the melody the way it comforts me

It seems so close but yet so far away
I fucking dream about this shit but I can't sleep for days
I gotta get up work my ass off to make a way
Ain't nun easy bout a artist but this looks of fame
We paint this perfect photo for the price of fame
I'm hoping God returns my prayers I can't lead the way
They start to know me when I'm out man I can't move the same
I'm speaking strictly to the artist gotta give to gain uh

So many things on my mind contemplating back and forth working on what's really mine
I ain't take no rest I can't
I been up worrying about how to make this bank and guarantee the lyrics get me to it
And I can't stop cause man I'm too into it
Grinding all day what is sleep you gotta love the music
And I'm here to make a different wave owe it all to god the way I'm spitting coming in the game

What's to lose and what's to gain?
You won't ever really know if don't try you'll lose the game
You lose the knowledge that you could've gained fucking with the game
And if you seem to fail you gotta try until you gain gotta lift until you gain

Therapy huh
I got this feeling I hold next to me I need some clarity huh
I count on music it's my therapy it's just the melody the way it comforts me

You gotta give it yo all or don't give it nothing at all
This life ain't easy but we here and we coming to ball
And I was taught to play yo cards real close to yo chest
If they can't love you at your worst they don't deserve your best
And all these artist losing sight when seeking the fame
And Imma leave a big mark so remember my name
And everybody wanna rap and join in this game
Only a couple mother fuckas can really maintain

This shit ain't new to me man this shit true to me
All in my blood it's in my genes
He wear Amiri jeans don't rip the tag fuck up the seam
I'm here to be an artist do this shit by any means I got a dream like king
You can't let yo past control how you live
You gotta get it how you live it and that's only yo biz
No matter which way you get it as long as you make a way
Some people looking up to you, you gotta be that display

I get a lot of fake love
That's how you know you doing right when the snakes come
They only wanna love you when they see you doing good
Remain real to yourself first as you should that's how I understood

Therapy
I got this feeling I hold next to me I need some clarity (oh)
I count on music it's my therapy it's just the melody the way it comforts me



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Writer(s): Naomi Steward
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