i think i need some therapy
all the bullshit, almost buried me
and i survived, but barely
but dude in the mirror be scarin me
its nothin a few shots can't fix
no big, you and me just can't mix
like a bad dj, you disappoint
i say stuff, but u dont get the point
but its my bad, my bad
u didnt feel what i had
felt, i need help, i need to
learn to cope cuz i'm by me self
maybe i just do too much
maybe i could use a crutch
like a cute nurse who'd take care of me
now that's what i call some therapy
gimme some of that morphine
gimme some more endorphines
i'm tryin to stop my heart
and y'all look at me like 'poor thing'
i'm sick of yall, i'm goin out
find a good girl and we goin out
she'll see the real me and feel me,
while im in the bed, sayin heal me
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