Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Therapy, artist - Bmike.
Date of issue: 15.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Therapy |
Dawg you dun' lost yo' mind |
Cause I was waiting patiently |
But yet you couldn’t wait for me |
Instead you went and changed on me |
Changed on everybody who just wanted to be there for you |
You think by doing this you gon' become a better you? |
You think by doing this that you gon be saint or something? |
I think you gon' insane or something I hope you know your days are numbered |
I hope you know that day is coming |
'Cause you made yourself a promise that you’d stay the same |
You might as well just change your name |
While you’re at it |
Cause this ain’t how we planned it |
You a fake, understand it |
Man I hate what you became and the way you just abandoned what I use to call a |
bond |
Now you just so beyond |
Now you just got me writing shitty songs |
Bout the old you |
Breaking up the whole crew |
I gotta make it vocal |
And I hate to say I told you |
But I told you |
If you ain’t careful nigga you gon switch up |
And next time the homies call dawg you better pick up I hope you |
I hope you ashamed of yourself |
Why’d you have to change yourself on me |
Cause what’s a heaven made in hell |
And don’t you put the blame on me |
Is this what you call therapy? |
It don’t feel therapeutic to me |
Is this what you call therapy? |
I hope it ain’t too late until you see |
I don’t know you |
It really hurts me that you say those things |
After all we use to be one in the same, you know |
Look |
You really think I’ve lost my mind |
I’m thinking clearly more than ever |
I did this for the better, and you got this vendetta |
And you got too much «you said this» and too much of «you promised me’s» |
You always dealt with problems with your fists and animosity |
I mean you’re still so angry at the world for what your dad did |
When you got cousins barely making livings who don’t have shit |
Oh you think that you’re the man now cause you made a little money? |
You got a brother and sister in a third world country |
And now I got me a girl, bless her heart she an angel |
But she wouldn’t have look twice |
Had I chose to remain you |
You got fans who adore you, there when shit goes wrong |
And yet you haven’t dropped a song in like 6 months long |
And those friends you think they’d call if you you didn’t pay for their shit? |
Tell me where the fuck were they when you weren’t making a cent? |
So gotta I cut you off now, even if it kills me I had to kill you so that I |
could be the real me |
Now I don’t hate myself |
I had to go and change myself on you |
Cause what’s the point staying in hell |
I love the new me not the old you |
This is called therapy |
It feels therapeutic to me |
This is called therapy |
And one day you’ll finally see |
I don’t know you |