Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song THERAPY, artist - Lil Darkie.
Date of issue: 19.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
THERAPY |
You ever love a nigga then he gone? |
I have, I have |
I put that thought inside of many songs, drinking by myself again |
«Drink until the Henny’s gone» is what they tell you |
If you passed it, rip out any bong, advice to keep your health a ten |
I’m tired, all these niggas wrong, tired of listening to |
Niggas thoughts about this shit, Isaiah ain’t my friend over a word |
But a man with the same name fucking with me? |
That’s absurd |
I put my heart and soul in this shit, ho, you must not have heard |
How could you not? |
Bitch, I been yelling more than ever, uh |
Getting off pot, hop off the top, light as a feather, uh |
Letting the cop slip on the cuffs |
And if he doing it too rough I look at momma like whatever |
Make her cry one too many a time |
She see me grow colder as I’m getting older, I told her, «It's fine» |
I hold her, she blind from the tears in her eyes |
She want me to find my life in these |
Rhymes in my head in a line, my pain and my strife |
Every moment, my life closing in on me |
Why do I feel the need to do more than these others? |
'Cause in this life I’ve lost some brothers, that’s right |
Niggas can’t tell if they love me for real |
Or they just wanna steal my attention |
I mention a nigga one time and he freak |
I be breaking they hearts and then making they weeks |
It’s a blessing to know that my stressing 'bout art |
Is impressing to niggas that lessen they value |
As well as you niggas that love the improvement |
I just love to hop on the mic and then lose it |
So, fuck all you people, I do what I want |
I don’t want no one calling my shots for me, tore me apart |
Fuck the tobacco, it killing our hearts |
And fuck all the opiates, I won’t even start |
Some of us want it and some of us don’t, just leave the succeeding to niggas |
that won’t |
Give up and throw they shot away live up to what my appa say |
I’ll run it for all you niggas hating on my style |
And all you niggas towing pistols talking wild |
This is my therapy, don’t get it confused |
I do this shit so I will not go blow a fuse and hurt a human, any hue |
Ho, would you bug if I was blue? |
If I looked more like you? |
If I did what you expected in a way you thought was cool? |
Bitch, I’m tryna dissect it |
How I get through to people that don’t wanna listen? |
They very comfortable hating, debating shit that ain’t changing |
'Cause there ain’t enough at stake and nobody owning that fate |
Or the food on they plate or the thoughts in they head |
I don’t need thots in my bed, I need a lot to my name |
I need a plot for my grave that will eventually not be |
There is no point to be cocky or to try to be A$AP rocky |
Niggas wanna free A$AP rocky more than niggas wanna free they selves. |
Bitch, are you well? |
Please let yourself out the cell |
I wanna let these niggas know that I am doing fine |
I wanna let you niggas know that I got through it fine |
And I don’t want you niggas dying over me or mine |
And I don’t want you people crying |
Never let another human tell you what you can do |
'Cause what man do is inside of your mind |