CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Therapy
Uh, yeah
I feel like sh*t, I feel tired
I feel like I'm under fire, and I'm ready to retire
Take a wire, and wrap that sh*t around my f**kin' neck
All the money I acquire but I'm still in mental debt
F**k a check, call my father tell him that I did my best
I confess, I give up, I cannot handle the stress
F**k the rest, I feel like Kanye, motherf**k the press
I'm gettin' tired of wastin' my time, bein' depressed, uh
Wanna see me better? Better get the f**k away
Wanna run up on me? Pu**y boy, I'll lay your a** to waist
F**k face, uh, you cannot relate, uh
N***as wanna hate, uh, f**k what you say, yeah, yeah, uh
I been doin' this sh*t for a minute, hit my limit, uh
Motherf**k a gimmick, I don't do it for a image, uh
B*t*h, I need my liquor, grab my pen, I wrote some, kill some more
I'm just tryna blow so I can tell my folks I did it, uh
I'm just tryna reach my goals, I'm just tryna make it happen
Don't know how I started rappin', it just happened, I'm not cappin', uh
Tryna make this capital, old friends, I scratch it off
I'm not tryna rap it off, I guess I can't have it all
You can't understand what I go through every day
Just sit up at the table, we could all share a plate
If you acting f**kin' stupid we gon' have to run a fake
That's the fate of you pu**y n***as, go sit on a plane
I feel like sh*t, I feel tired
I feel like I'm under fire, and I'm ready to retire
Take a wire, and wrap that sh*t around my f**kin' neck
All the money I acquire but I'm still in mental debt
F**k a check, call my father tell him that I did my best
I confess, I give up, I cannot handle the stress
F**k the rest, I feel like Kanye, motherf**k the press
I'm gettin' tired of wastin' my time, bein' depressed, uh
Wanna see me better? Better get the f**k away
Wanna run up on me? Pu**y boy, I'll lay your a** to waist
F**k face, uh, you cannot relate, uh
N***as wanna hate, uh, f**k what you say, yeah, yeah, uh
I been doin' this sh*t for a minute, hit my limit, uh
Motherf**k a gimmick, I don't do it for a image, uh
B*t*h, I need my liquor, grab my pen, I wrote some, kill some more
I'm just tryna blow so I can tell my folks I did it, uh
I'm just tryna reach my goals, I'm just tryna make it happen
Don't know how I started rappin', it just happened, I'm not cappin', uh
Tryna make this capital, old friends, I scratch it off
I'm not tryna rap it off, I guess I can't have it all
You can't understand what I go through every day
Just sit up at the table, we could all share a plate
If you acting f**kin' stupid we gon' have to run a fake
That's the fate of you pu**y n***as, go sit on a plane
