My Therapist Lyrics

You're now tuned in to Click-Clack

And today, he's really him, almost

I might pull up, on a cracker, like you, like you

Just, because, I'm ina, bad mood

Up, and down, I need, some meds

Before, you speak, do you need, your legs

Okay, then please, don't say it cause I'm volatile

Pimp, I'm on, my way, a few miles

Spinnin, the block, it's sad, I won't smile

Baby, I'm in my bag, like chamo mile

Switch up, different, bag, like some P G R

My fit, look like, a dad, I'm genuine

Cause I, don't have, to flex, I'm having mine

I, don't sip, no lean, but I'm having lines

Just pop, a pill, instead, it's cost effective

Or stay, like me, straight edge, with no direction

I'm staring, off the edge, it's one step

And even, if I'm, depressed

My dog love me, my girl love me, my mom love me, my dad love me, yo love love me, yo kids love me, I'm still ugly, I still love me, so fuck it nigga I'm him

So fuck it nigga I'm him

So fuck it nigga I'm

Back on my bully these niggas don't I'm him

Like blue chew, I'm on fully, I'm staying above the rim

Losing weight I look like Wemby

Sweating like I'm on fent

I won't pull no strap, but leave yo noggin with a dent

And my therapist don't know this me and this me needs to vent

My therapist better kiss me, cause this shit cost your rent

Have an addictive, personality, I had to circumvent

And to my therapist, I lie, not to get hospitalized

My plug friends, need therapy but they would have to lie

Struggle to find a black one, they still don't get the life

When you look at me with them eyes

It's judgement in them eyes

Went to school for all them years and still you can't disguise

That's literally crazy dog