Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Therapeutic , by - Joell Ortiz. Release date: 11.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Therapeutic |
| It’s Sunday morning and I just woke up |
| A rainy day in the Poconos man the roads gon suck |
| I’m posed to hit the casinos up and go try my luck |
| Take all the winnings to the outlets and buy all new stuff |
| Instead I’m sitting here like nah. |
| hungover from the shots we took last night |
| My body can’t recover that fast like |
| It did when I was younger… Constant reminder I’m at half time |
| I gotta be selective wit my pastime |
| My life was just mad rhymes, pad lines |
| Cameras flashing ten times |
| Smile tear up stages make pages in headlines |
| Tour buses and red eyes, interviews with red eyes |
| From improper rest and that stress I won’t forget I |
| Tried to give it my best, no less, wit no regrets I am the breaker of chains in |
| my family the project I residing in I said bye to them mommy could hold her |
| head high |
| Fuck that casino lobby ain’t gotta bet on no red, I won |
| I find that musics therapeutic |
| I find that musics therapeutic |
| I find that musics therapeutic |
| I find that musics therapeutic |
| I write it, record it, then listen to it |
| It’s Wednesday morning and I just woke up |
| Bout to make the biggest bowl of Cheerios, nice cup |
| Of green tea and ESPN on my screen right above |
| The fireplace I lift the blinds and take in all of that sun |
| The brighter days, I write amazed that I can talk like this |
| A long walk from sidewalks in New York type shit |
| Where 1,2 maybe 3 seconds a .45 lifts |
| You 6 feet under hope ya number on them dice don’t flip |
| The 7th wonder of the world was an Old Lighthouse |
| In Ancient Egypt, got a painting of it in my house |
| I can’t believe it sometimes I think of me selling dimes |
| I think of me on the grind, freedom just all on the line |
| Was wilding B, them thoughts create anxieties in my mind |
| Subconsciously I feel the that karma breathing all on my spine |
| It follows me but I promised me I would not look behind |
| In hopes that I am that anomaly and I’ll be just fine… just fine |
| I find that musics therapeutic |
| I find that musics therapeutic |
| I find that musics therapeutic |
| I find that musics therapeutic |
| I write it, record it, then listen to it |