THERAPY
Don't get close to me, unapproachable
Run through bitches disposable
Shut up bitch gettin' emotional
Don't have time for crying
Get the fuck up and walk out the through the open door
Met that bitch out in Buffalo throwin' up outside the liquor store
Couple racks got me spazzin'
In the backseat and we crashin'
Teeth yellow like my daddy's green monsters in the cabinet
Please hold your tongue and stab and freeze
Pull out the gun arrested over fashion
In the alley with the acrobatics blasted purse
Last person to hear us laugh ended it in a hearse
First cursor gush out missing whizzin' but that shit still hurt
Bullets grazin' squeezin lazy men in Sunday sit in church
Monday blazin' Tuesday chasin' papers burnin' up in first period
Lemonheads on my tongue its lemon scent, fresh in the air
'Cause gunpowder has always seemed to leave a smidge
Been that man get that man then we dip the Taliban
A tired man has always left a mark on others with his hands
Therapy, the missing link
Is what you fucking need
Therapy, the missing link
Is what you fucking need
Therapy the missing link
Is what you fuckin' need
The tires squeak on new garage floors
And a brand new sink
Hangin' from my earlobe
Gunshots through the window
Inhaling glass, sit in the front seat
Rotate and we puff and pass
That smart ass kid who always passed by
Skipping every class
Always taught to never be in first
But never finish last
Blend in the crowd and stand out
When you need to
Then you'll get a bag
But don't be afraid to jump off roofs
And landin' in a brand new Jag'
Run through bitches disposable
Shut up bitch gettin' emotional
Don't have time for crying
Get the fuck up and walk out the through the open door
Met that bitch out in Buffalo throwin' up outside the liquor store
Couple racks got me spazzin'
In the backseat and we crashin'
Teeth yellow like my daddy's green monsters in the cabinet
Please hold your tongue and stab and freeze
Pull out the gun arrested over fashion
In the alley with the acrobatics blasted purse
Last person to hear us laugh ended it in a hearse
First cursor gush out missing whizzin' but that shit still hurt
Bullets grazin' squeezin lazy men in Sunday sit in church
Monday blazin' Tuesday chasin' papers burnin' up in first period
Lemonheads on my tongue its lemon scent, fresh in the air
'Cause gunpowder has always seemed to leave a smidge
Been that man get that man then we dip the Taliban
A tired man has always left a mark on others with his hands
Therapy, the missing link
Is what you fucking need
Therapy, the missing link
Is what you fucking need
Therapy the missing link
Is what you fuckin' need
The tires squeak on new garage floors
And a brand new sink
Hangin' from my earlobe
Gunshots through the window
Inhaling glass, sit in the front seat
Rotate and we puff and pass
That smart ass kid who always passed by
Skipping every class
Always taught to never be in first
But never finish last
Blend in the crowd and stand out
When you need to
Then you'll get a bag
But don't be afraid to jump off roofs
And landin' in a brand new Jag'
Credits
Writer(s): Clement Daubresse, Yumi Main
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