Therapy

I Don't need a bitch I need a therapist
When I die, I'm dying with a Richard Mille on my wrist
I knew that she was the devil
I still let her break me
I Don't need a bitch I need a therapist
When I die, I'm dying with a Richard Mille on my wrist
I knew that she was the devil
I still let her break me

I'm afraid that if I drink too much I'll pour my heart to you
It's a party, girls is all around me
Take the yak and go away
Just go
My soul can't take no more
Of breakage, do you know what a hoe is?

Soul sucker, mosquito
Drinking blood and Casa Migos
Got this motherfucking money
Motherfucker you can't touch me
I'm big grizzly
And your hoe is the honey
She love a LSD
Face she ain't feeling
I'm an NFT
Never fucking telling on a soul
Can't looking in that mirror
Reflection like casino
And I ain't trynna go no more
Yeah I ain't trynna go no more

I Don't need a bitch I need a therapist
When I die, I'm dying with a Richard Mille on my wrist
I knew that she was the devil
I still let her break me

I Don't need a bitch I need a therapist
When I die, I'm dying with a Richard Mille on my wrist
I knew that she was the devil
I still let her break me

In my head all I hear is bop bop bop
Never had a gun but how many times
Did I want my life to stop stop stop
Keep shit to my self
I don't share my feeling nothing
Fuck a Bereal everyone on it be capping
You cant help me
She cant help me
When I'm drowning
No one is drowning with me
Graveyard at the rock bottom
All the tombs is mine
Drown every other Tuesday
Waiting for the sun to shine

I Don't need a bitch I need a therapist
When I die, I'm dying with a Richard Mille on my wrist
I knew that she was the devil
I still let her break me

I Don't need a bitch I need a therapist
When I die, I'm dying with a Richard Mille on my wrist
I knew that she was the devil
I still let her break me



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Martino, Theo Tams
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