Clifford Shmoke - Therapy

Yea I'm depressed but the music helps
Yea I'm depressed but the music helps
Spend all my days, dazed
Trapped inside, getting high
Still ya'll ask why
Why ya got to ask why? (why, why)
Still ya'll ask why
Why ya got to ask why? (why, why)
Yea I'm depressed but the music helps
Spend all my days, dazed
Trapped inside, getting high
Still ya'll ask why
Why ya got to ask why? (why, why)
Still ya'll ask why
Why ya got to ask why? (why, why)
Okay they been
Worried
Bout me
No need
Feel like
I been
Sinkin'
So deep
Holy
Shit
But oh well
Nightmares of me lying dead in a hotel
I sware that
Ima make it
Dont need no help
Dont need no help
Speakers too loud
I can't hear you
Fuck it
They don't know
What I've been through
I love it
When I'm big
They're like dyson
Suck it
I'm still trying
All the time
You might find
This world is not so kind
I know I
I know that I'll be fine
Smoke my blunt
Sip my wine
Give no fucks
Write some rhymes
Write some rhymes
Write some rhymes
Write some rhymes
I don't think that
I'm ready to die
Don't know why
I do this all the time
Tell myself
You know they need you, right?
Looking back
When we used to get high
I don't think that
I'm ready to die
Don't know why
I do this all the time
Tell myself
You know they need you, right?
Looking back
When we used to get high

Written by:
Kyle Higgs

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