The Thought - South Catalina (Interlude)

Talkin' 'bout self-love
South Catalina
You should love yourself, love!
Word up to Christina
This should be track twelve
Pull me out the ether
Got no need to sell up
Therapy Subpoenas
Talkin' 'bout self-love
South Catalina
Talkin' to my therapist
Keep ego on a meter
Suspect mental health club
To talk, I'm over-eager
Used to hate myself
Now I'm more, or less beleaguered
Don't believe in Hell, but
I'll tell you if I leave it
For whom tolls the bell?
From the flesh down to the spirit
Motivate yourself, bruh
You don't need to hear it
Emotions on the shelf, 'cause
The truth is all you fearing
"You too used to loathing you!"
I'm speakin' to myself, of course
"Why is death what's calling you?"
We should trace it to the source
From your Mom's divorce to every time
The doctor looked at you
And said "No need to be worried
Nothing more that I can do"
But the irony, in fact
Simply running back my youth
Is my doctor was my Aunt
And she probably knew the truth
Only got self-love
'Cause my family's a ruse

Written by:
Jack Mabie

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