Talk °Fahrenheit - Psychiatrist

Yeah, now let's be real for a second
They don't like to give you time
To look it over, check it
I've been grinding out these songs
For the past three years
Took some time to figure out
All my hopes and fears
But no one gives a fuck
How much music you put out
And no one gives a fuck
How much music I put out
Yet I'm still out here
Nearly every single day
Tryna make these chords go
Every single way
And I'm thinking come on Jordan
Today's the day you make it
Try to hold off till then
Be happy or fake it
But it's not that easy anymore
No it's not that easy anymore
Yeah
The psychiatrist decided
The, the, the psychiatrist decided
That this was the situation for me
The psychiatrist decided
The, the, the psychiatrist decided
That this was the situation for me
Yeah, I'm trying to forget
Everybody that gave up on me
I'm so bad at being alone
Can't you see
I'll blow up and make it
We'll be the greatest
Two blue boys that they
Ever thought we could be
I will rap and blow your minds
Make you question how I'm alive
While he hits the snare
And keeps it sweet
He just might kill you with this beat, but
That's okay, we're all dying anyways
Take your time, enjoy your life
We all have numbered days, and
Whenever you feel
Like you have no one there to save
Do yourself a favor
Remember you have me, okay?
The psychiatrist decided
The, the, the psychiatrist decided
That this was the situation for me
The psychiatrist decided
That because you motherfuckers
The psychiatrist decided
That this was the situation for me

Written by:
Jordan King

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