What I Told Sarah Lyrics

I got some secrets I only bring out in therapy

Blonde chick by the name of Sarah I cherish her

Been four years sharing my stories careless and arrogant

Don't even flinch or cringe when I tell her something embarrassing like

I made bad decisions but love them all

Hurt feelings but tell myself I did nothing wrong

I know I'm terrible product of how I'm parented

I carry both of their damage like sergeants give it back to them just

For them to ask why I ain't happy

Take a broken heart and get everything you imagined

You climbing the corporate ladder

Fiancé bad and your house is

Right by the water you drowning in blessing so try and smile more

Master adulting and act a child more

Mask off beating Vega I'm playing Guile more

Back down upright I'm learning how to move

Cashed out last night they heard the Sonic Boom

Father forgive me resent building it kills me

I'm practicing preaching healing find deacons to kill my demons I

Used to wish I was rich

And if I was they'd find my name on a tombstone brick stone brick lack discipline

The maturity I should've got was lost in a bottle

Drunk and lost in menages

Crazy I finished college because I was wildin'

Now I put it in a song

Treat the record like confession tell it all my wrongs

I got some secrets I only bring out in therapy

Blonde chick by the name of Sarah I cherish her

Been four years sharing my stories careless and arrogant

Don't even flinch or cringe when I tell her something embarrassing like

I want a wife and want my old life

She got baggage too don't ask bout my home life

I spent long nights thinking that my father to blame

I'll tell you more about the story when I can stomach the shame

Plan a trip out in December just to maintain shade

They say the verses sound like Drizzy clean cut not braids

The album name is free

But if you're keeping it a buck you can't be PC

My sis out in DC the trip not beneath me

Michelin eating two stars saving up maybe I'll get three

I ain't lying about the cash no more

My wife bags Marc Jacobs and Michael Kors

I'm trying to go on tour I don't know what to perform

My old tracks not mixed my new tracks too dark

My whole flow been off

Can't cope no more

I'm in album mode now they see the fro been off

Paying two times therapy the dough been off

My next check might get the wrist frozen off

Prolly drown in a drip with a frozen heart

But all the meetings confidential they can't see my scars

I got some secrets I only bring out in therapy

Blonde chick by the name of Sarah I cherish her

Been four years sharing my stories careless and arrogant

Don't even flinch or cringe when I tell her something embarrassing like