Good-Ass Therapy Lyrics

Aye look

Cheffin' up an early quesadilla

Feelin' like the wrestler with the onomatopoeia (Bam Bam)

Take a sip of sauce 'fore I pull up to my class

When my mind's fucked up see shit more clear

Playin' with the motion in the bowels

Style with the brothers like I'm Anderson and Gallows

Makin' new connections, man I'm boutta throw the towel

Cause I wanna roll deeper but they movin' too shallow

Playin with the motion in my belly

So much cap they dethrone Tony Kelly

I feel like McLaren F1

They make me tired, call 'em Pirelli

Playin' with the motion in the mental

Spend ten minutes cookin' up an instrumental

Everything you feel is temporary

You're whippin' in the fast lane in a rental

Stay spittin' on people I can't trust

'Cause that's what I think of the most

My patience is thin as my ham cuts

Need machines to detect me, I'm ghost

Keep my ego on a balance, do what I can

but some of you make it a grind

I been learnin' my heart like the back of my hand

Link 'em all to the chain in my mind

Look, cheffin' up a life I wanna live

Never take less than the shit I had to give

Ain't had the cash for a gift for my sis

it's a bitch, shit was a pain in the ribs

Took a lot of time just to heal myself

Fuck the cards, Imma deal myself

I been in some good-ass therapy a long-ass time

So forgive me if I feel myself