King Jamar - Therapeutic (6am)

Went to the post office mailed my pain away
Fedex just called they told me its here to stay
Hung up the phone then I tried to flee the state
Who am I kidding I got caught right up on that interstate
I ain’t feelin myself but I make it look easy, haannn
Don’t i make it look easy
Need One More Brick then I’m on like peezy (OMB)
White plug w me n he look like Jesus
Judge gave that boy 3 strikes and he walked back to court in a pair adidas
Prayed to the lord for he walked out the house
But sum told him he gone have to walk with the reaper
He got a cross on his body
He dont talk to nobody but at night he be talkin to the reaper
He don’t like speak bout his problems, he fill up that bottle, and drank it when he hang wit his ppl
He a introvert act like a extrovert, he the only one think he evil
Let me tell you story bout a nigga who don’t care bout nun but gone die tryna feed his ppl
Ahhh
What do you see? What do u feel?
Bitch I dont know, are u Dr. Phil, she is kinda bad I might cop me a feel
Now she up to bat and I’m in the field, i hope it don't come this way
Why? shit
Cuz I might catch feels
I’m a sucker for love got a thing for them pills
Jumpstart my heart fell in love wit the thrill
At the end of the night in my bed wit the chills, I guess I’m alright but wish you was here
You sit there amazed like I’m running thru fields, i don’t wanna play no games wit ya love
Ion wanna play no games w ya
I think you look cute when U all in ya feelings
You mad but you not you want someone to feel ya
Two tone Patek I ask Santa for christmas
One hand on yo lap while handling business
She think I love pets how I play wit her kitten
I can’t even stress when Off of a jigga
Hop on jet hit the water for christmas
I remember them times put a watch in my mental
This shit therapeutic I speak how I feel
Can’t talk to nobody just open ya ears
When the well run dry I’ll fill it wit tears
Pose for the frame like Bobby
Call my side bitch lobby, cuz these HOes TELL what they hear
Ahh
Shawty she shaped like a bottle, but she hate them lil thotties, that be runnin round on the gram
Hannn
Trap all day but don’t tell nobody
She a Instagram girl she on a cell phone diet
Call her boomerang Betty cuz her head stay bobbin
Yeah these drugs might kill me but I’m still gone try it
Amiris 2 racks and I’m still gone buy em
Said fuck the Rolex what the Patek gone cost me
Catch me in Bahamas like I’m hangin out w tommy
Got 30 in the glock steph curry in my pocket
Call life Russian roulette
Ahhhh ahh ah
Cuz we playin round wit death

Written by:
landon jennings

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