Therapy ft. Marshall Campbell Lyrics

I can't tell the difference between the bad days and needing therapy

I can't tell the difference between the bad days and needing therapy

I can't tell the difference between the bad days and needing therapy

I can't tell the difference between the bad days and needing therapy

But maybe I don't, I don't have to know,

If I start making some cash to throw,

Bitch, are you stupid?

The rich keep on losing their happiness like it's the caster's clothes

I'm going places only NASA goes,

And spittin' like master's wife,

You pass the knife, he's past his best,

So I'll put him in a grid like a captcha test,

And I'll cover him in red like he's pasta dough

Give me the Grammy though, I got a nasty flow

Pass the gleam, pass the green, please pass the dough

So I can meet all the creeds that assassins know

And remove these fakes like acetone

Glorious basterd children breeding disasters

Bet on a class of hoes who think of they asses winnin'

I'm fastly approaching a vastly different lifestyle

And my pastor's got the antidote

But I can't really hear him though over the stereo

Blastin' cash in, cash out,

I'm trying to capture this moment of youth before it passes

I been growing every single day like the grasses

In a pasture that'll be around for a long time cause they self-sustaining,

And they help to raise 'em, if you don't displace them,

Me and these fields'll be the last to go

I can't tell the difference between the bad days and needing therapy

I can't tell the difference between the bad days and needing therapy

Where is all the purpose? This life, it leads me to insanity

Where is all the purpose? This life, it leads me to insanity

I just don't know where to go, and how to know

How to chase the flow and how to brace for the low lows that life throws

How to get through it, embrace the stupid, become the newest

Become the tourist to a life valued through respect

Wanna be the best best

But life throws you in the water with no life vest

Success comes with practice and all I do is I act in it

But I'm never grasping it, have to react to it, yuh

Unimaginable, unreliable, unpredictable, unaccountable,

But putting trust and care into someone you love is supposed to be humanly natural

You'd think with the low IQ, and the shitty cues, that the reason I do is to make it through

No! It's a purpose troubled with burden and I'm acting tough when I'm actually hurting, yuh

Life it tumbles and I fumble,

Stomach grumbles knowing that when I'm not good enough,

My world doesn't fucking crumble

Underneath catastrophe is a life I lead

Tryin' to get through what it is that has a fucking hold on me

Stopping me, cutting me off, violently obstructing me,

Now I'm back on my feet,

Carefully indulging in a new world that can't fucking stop me

I'm back baby!

I can't tell the difference between the bad days and needing therapy

I can't tell the difference between the bad days and needing therapy