| Feel like you ain’t got nobody
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| And it seems like God’s asleep
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| Anxiety is burnin' deep, can barely breathe
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| Therapy
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| We all, we all, we all, we all need therapy
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| Thug therapy
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| We all need a shoulder we can lean on
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| 'Specially for them times that you weak but you seem strong
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| Life get tough when the drink and the weed gone
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| And your reality a nightmare, so it’s hard to get your dream on
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| Many nights I sat in darkness tryna find the light
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| Demons playin' with my mind and they’re hard to fight
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| Still hear my mama’s voice, but she was nowhere in my sight
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| (Stan, it’s gon' be alright)
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| I hear you, mama, but it’s easier said than done
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| They just caught my lil' brother, he was on the run
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| He a two-strike felon, they tryna plant him with a gun
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| I just pray that God’s favor in his favor when he in front of that judge
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| My daughter just turned ten, got me thinkin' where the time went
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| Me and her mama make her life great, it’s beyond lit
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| And this for anybody that really care for me
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| Pray for me, we all need therapy
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| Feel like you ain’t got nobody
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| And it seems like God’s asleep
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| Anxiety is burnin' deep, can barely breathe
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| Therapy
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| We all, we all, we all, we all need therapy
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| Thug therapy
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| Men lie, women lie, numbers don’t lie
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| But numbers don’t always tell the truth to the eye
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| Man, that’s true testimony, documented from my past
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| He gave you 20, I gave you 20, but that 20 my last
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| Huh, you ever pray to God and wonder if he even listenin'?
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| Politickin' and petitionin'
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| Tryna stick to the dream but really don’t know what the mission is
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| Confused like a Muslim takin' in Shahada
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| Gettin' baptized durin' his christening
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| Never got to open gifts on Christmas Eve
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| 'Cause it was only three gifts under that Christmas tree
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| We’ll get the rest when mama get her next check
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| Leftover dinner from last week, this week we ate for breakfast
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| Granny go to church, but the reverend ain’t all that friendly
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| Every time we go to church, he point me out tryna offend me
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| And his congregation defend him, hypocrisy gettin' trendy
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| Actin' like his soul clean when we know that his spirit dingy
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| Feel like you ain’t got nobody
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| And it seems like God’s asleep
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| Anxiety is burnin' deep, can barely breathe
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| Therapy
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| We all, we all, we all, we all need therapy
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| Thug therapy
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| Uh, all I wanted to do was just be free
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| But every time I turn around, they pointin' a finger at me
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| I’m tired of bein' the victim, I’m tired of bein' at blame
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| I’m tired of coverin' my pain, tired of livin' in shame
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| Thoughts of a person that’s just goin' through the struggle
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| Yeah, you just want the diamonds, but you don’t wanna hustle
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| Hard to stay focused when the game shift
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| Confidence destroyed, your own mama say you ain’t shit
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| And daddy never loved you, granny never hugged you
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| Big brother showed you tough love, just fucked up and bugged you
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| Turned you to a thug who got chips on his shoulder
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| A lost little boy who’s strugglin' gettin' older
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| Aggravated by oppression, turned to depression
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| Wonder why he gettin' high, 'cause he always stressin'
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| Screamin', «Fuck the world, don’t nobody care for me»
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| Pray for him, we all need therapy
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| Feel like you ain’t got nobody
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| And it seems like God’s asleep
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| Anxiety is burnin' deep, can barely breathe
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| Therapy
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| We all, we all, we all, we all need therapy |