Therapy Session (Bonus)
The date I almost died, you became alive
Back then I was going through some hard times
Every night in my momma's arms I cried
She saved me from this shitty place we call a life
So now I owe her everything the rest of my lifetime
They be like how you doing and I tell I'm fine
Even though I was dying on the inside fuck that nine lives
Friends helped me through these hard times
People so close to me, yet wait hold up, I ain't even have time for goodbyes
Used to write you love songs but we never worked out
I ain't know what you been up to, tell me where you work now?
Wanted you as all mine but you prolly heard now
About these other bitches but trust me, they won't ever work out
But I ain't need you back
I swear I tell the most truth when I start flowing on these tracks
I just spit my life in the booth read off my raps
I hope you doing good and I swear that's not cap
I been working overtime to put in these extra laps
Just praying it pays off
Work hard twenty-four seven so I can save up for these days off
This my super bowl season bitch we made the playoffs
Crazy six months ago I was almost shot down like Takeoff
Back then I was going through some hard times
Every night in my momma's arms I cried
She saved me from this shitty place we call a life
So now I owe her everything the rest of my lifetime
They be like how you doing and I tell I'm fine
Even though I was dying on the inside fuck that nine lives
Friends helped me through these hard times
People so close to me, yet wait hold up, I ain't even have time for goodbyes
Used to write you love songs but we never worked out
I ain't know what you been up to, tell me where you work now?
Wanted you as all mine but you prolly heard now
About these other bitches but trust me, they won't ever work out
But I ain't need you back
I swear I tell the most truth when I start flowing on these tracks
I just spit my life in the booth read off my raps
I hope you doing good and I swear that's not cap
I been working overtime to put in these extra laps
Just praying it pays off
Work hard twenty-four seven so I can save up for these days off
This my super bowl season bitch we made the playoffs
Crazy six months ago I was almost shot down like Takeoff
Credits
Writer(s): Declan Golis
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