Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Substance Therapy, artist - Remi. Album song Divas and Demons, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: House of Beige
Song language: English
Substance Therapy |
And now blow your money |
And there goes a hundred |
And now blow your money |
And there goes another, there goes another hundred |
Blow your money |
There goes a hundred |
And now blow your money |
If you do it my way, you get faded when life plummets |
If you are going south, you’re headed for Southern Comfort |
Although it can push you to jumping or acting the dummy |
Like spending all of your money |
'Cause you just got made redundant |
But retail therapy’s the only one for your budget |
So Dr. Denim is the only therapist you’re funding |
Besides, he lets you prescribe any drug that you like |
To get high as the rent you need to cover |
Even though at home, you’ve got a lady missing your loving |
And you’ve got sons you need to lead like Marcus Mumford |
And you’ve got bills to pay, but you need a real escape |
So you hit the town hard as punches from Muhammad |
One bag, two pills, three shots before leaving yours |
By five, your face is in the gutter |
But you’ll be back next week, throwing your hands up in the club |
Like 'woo' girls from How I Met Your Mother, tryna cover the pain |
Bounce, all my people feeling down |
If you’re loving the sound then let me see you get around me |
You got sorrows you need to drown? |
Get around me |
And let’s try and pretend this shit is astounding, huh |
Everybody bounce, all my people feeling down |
If you’re loving the sound then let me see you get rowdy |
Buy another round now, you should get rowdy |
And let’s try and pretend this shit is astounding, uh-huh |
And now blow your money |
And there goes a hundred |
And now blow your money |
And there goes another, there goes another hundred |
Blow your money |
There goes a hundred |
And now blow your money |
And there goes another, there goes another hundred |
Blow your money |
I dunno what I’m scared of |
All I know is it’s got me scared off |
I dunno what i’m scared of |
All I know is it’s got me |
Sometimes I feel so low, I can’t even get out the pad |
My mind turns into a prison like it is Alcatraz |
Twenty-five to life here, there’s no light here |
Need a buzz like Lightyear to break me out, stat |
Take me to infinity to escape off the map |
I used to use imagination 'til my age crushed that |
Brain’s chemically imbalanced, that or I’m just damaged |
Either way, happy thoughts now come in a beige cap |
May snap at any moment, those who know me can vouch for this |
Weigh my problems in weed, say, «About an ounce for this» |
Bi-monthly for this bipolar, need to try something |
This shit’s getting older than my favourite line |
You know the one, «Really, I’m fine, I’m fine» |
When realistically, that’s me saying, «I'm lying, I’m dying», but |
Got too much pride to cry for assistance |
So I party all the time, Rick James, bitch |
Bounce, all my people feeling down |
If you’re loving the sound then let me see you get around me |
You got sorrows you need to drown, get around me |
And let’s try and pretend this shit is astounding, huh |
Everybody bounce, all my people feeling down |
If you’re loving the sound then let me see you get rowdy |
Buy another round now, you should get rowdy |
And let’s try and pretend this shit is astounding, uh-huh |
And now blow your money |
And there goes a hundred |
And now blow your money |
And there goes another, there goes another hundred |
Blow your money |
And there goes a hundred |
And now blow your money |
And there goes another, there goes another hundred |
Blow your money |