Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thug Therapy, artist - Mistah F.A.B.. Date of issue: 27.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Thug Therapy |
| Feel like you ain’t got nobody |
| And it seems like God’s asleep |
| Anxiety is burnin' deep, can barely breathe |
| Therapy |
| We all, we all, we all, we all need therapy |
| Thug therapy |
| We all need a shoulder we can lean on |
| 'Specially for them times that you weak but you seem strong |
| Life get tough when the drink and the weed gone |
| And your reality a nightmare, so it’s hard to get your dream on |
| Many nights I sat in darkness tryna find the light |
| Demons playin' with my mind and they’re hard to fight |
| Still hear my mama’s voice, but she was nowhere in my sight |
| (Stan, it’s gon' be alright) |
| I hear you, mama, but it’s easier said than done |
| They just caught my lil' brother, he was on the run |
| He a two-strike felon, they tryna plant him with a gun |
| I just pray that God’s favor in his favor when he in front of that judge |
| My daughter just turned ten, got me thinkin' where the time went |
| Me and her mama make her life great, it’s beyond lit |
| And this for anybody that really care for me |
| Pray for me, we all need therapy |
| Feel like you ain’t got nobody |
| And it seems like God’s asleep |
| Anxiety is burnin' deep, can barely breathe |
| Therapy |
| We all, we all, we all, we all need therapy |
| Thug therapy |
| Men lie, women lie, numbers don’t lie |
| But numbers don’t always tell the truth to the eye |
| Man, that’s true testimony, documented from my past |
| He gave you 20, I gave you 20, but that 20 my last |
| Huh, you ever pray to God and wonder if he even listenin'? |
| Politickin' and petitionin' |
| Tryna stick to the dream but really don’t know what the mission is |
| Confused like a Muslim takin' in Shahada |
| Gettin' baptized durin' his christening |
| Never got to open gifts on Christmas Eve |
| 'Cause it was only three gifts under that Christmas tree |
| We’ll get the rest when mama get her next check |
| Leftover dinner from last week, this week we ate for breakfast |
| Granny go to church, but the reverend ain’t all that friendly |
| Every time we go to church, he point me out tryna offend me |
| And his congregation defend him, hypocrisy gettin' trendy |
| Actin' like his soul clean when we know that his spirit dingy |
| Feel like you ain’t got nobody |
| And it seems like God’s asleep |
| Anxiety is burnin' deep, can barely breathe |
| Therapy |
| We all, we all, we all, we all need therapy |
| Thug therapy |
| Uh, all I wanted to do was just be free |
| But every time I turn around, they pointin' a finger at me |
| I’m tired of bein' the victim, I’m tired of bein' at blame |
| I’m tired of coverin' my pain, tired of livin' in shame |
| Thoughts of a person that’s just goin' through the struggle |
| Yeah, you just want the diamonds, but you don’t wanna hustle |
| Hard to stay focused when the game shift |
| Confidence destroyed, your own mama say you ain’t shit |
| And daddy never loved you, granny never hugged you |
| Big brother showed you tough love, just fucked up and bugged you |
| Turned you to a thug who got chips on his shoulder |
| A lost little boy who’s strugglin' gettin' older |
| Aggravated by oppression, turned to depression |
| Wonder why he gettin' high, 'cause he always stressin' |
| Screamin', «Fuck the world, don’t nobody care for me» |
| Pray for him, we all need therapy |
| Feel like you ain’t got nobody |
| And it seems like God’s asleep |
| Anxiety is burnin' deep, can barely breathe |
| Therapy |
| We all, we all, we all, we all need therapy |