Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Therapist This, artist - Doseone. Album song G is for Deep, in the genre R&BDate of issue: 21.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: A PURPLE 100
Song language: English
Therapist This |
| My guilt don’t pause lathes in the lionhead handbag factory… |
| Don’t stop no shovels at the virgin boy refinery, actually |
| This guilt is pure |
| Like biting gold coins at the company store |
| But not too lightly |
| This gruesome toothy guilt of mine is mighty |
| This guilt of mine would have arrows in my eyes… |
| This guilt of mine can’t turn abortions into wine |
| Fires had its way with all my building |
| It’s an every kind of goodbooks angels absence guilting |
| No, this guilt of mine |
| Is no years old |
| And young like before you decompose |
| This guilt is marked with red |
| A stairway to where it hurts |
| A fearsome church built from black |
| Stone and the body of hopeless bricks… |
| And this guilt thicks |
| Gagging whole sewer pipes |
| When its heaviness drips… |
| But it’s hard waters don’t put out shit |