THERAPY Lyrics

Shalco?

Come in I'm ready for you

I think my therapist might hate me

I do way too much complaining

I saw the client walk in right before me

He was way taller, she might replace me

I think my therapist don't like me

But she'll never find someone like me

I think my therapist is kind of hot

I think my therapist wants to fuck me just slightly

Okay, maybe I got some shit to figure out

I want a bad bitch just to kick her out

I want a sad bitch just to smoke with

And if she's nice to me, I can't stick around

What if this is it?

What if there's no hero for the people listening?

What if neither one of us was really innocent?

What if there's no moral to this story this is it?

There's no villain arc

She get out the car

I can't leave this shits still in park

She probably on to the next adventure that she'll embark

And there's a line of men waiting for her but what about me?

Sitting at home watching re-runs of Glee ripping carts (Fuck Schuester)

Wondering

Who's the first person she gon' fuck?

Was she fantasizing about him when she was with us

What if he fucks her like I never could doctor? Then what?

What does that make me?

I hope he can't get it up

I think my therapist might hate me

I do way too much complaining

I saw the client walk in right before me

He was way taller she might replace me

I think my therapist don't like me

But she'll never find someone like me

I think my therapist is kind of hot

I swear she wore that wedding ring today just to spite me

Doctor! Intrusive thoughts bout I'm her moving on

But do they count as intrusive thoughts if they turn me on?

I'm not no Sneako doctor, I like having Bernie on

Something about not feeling good enough that makes me cum I don't know

I would change it if I could bro

What the fuck happened to me? I feel like I should know like

You know back in Iran we had these fruit roll-ups that just fucking slapped

And I can't find anything like that over here and I'm just thinking

Uh sweetie, I think you're getting sidetracked here

Well I've been saying the same shit since like last year

Nothing changes, I make some songs and I'm right back here

You look in my head like something's not right back here

I know, I know, fucking fix me dawg

If I stood on the cash I paid you I'd be six feet tall

I wouldn't even be here

Not trying to hear I'm good enough

I'm trying to be convinced

Honestly you're starting to piss me off

I think my therapist might hate me

I do way too much complaining

I saw the client walk in right before me

He was way taller, she might replace me (who the fuck is John?)

I think my therapist don't like me (clear your fucking schedule)

But she'll never find someone like me (you can only talk to me)

She took a bathroom break I sniffed her chair

That's what you get if you don't invite me

Can you stop looking at your fucking watch I'm talking

Ugh you wanna hear my professional opinion?

Yes!

I think you just need to fix your stroke game

There's no fucking way that's your professional opinion

Listen, just listen me

No cap, off the record