Entry One: Tangential Lyrics

Everybody keeps telling me that I need therapy

But what is paying a nigga to listen and act all concerned is gonna do for me

I'm looking at the glass half empty

Making this music is more therapeutic, I'm rhyming honestly

I'm afraid of being a failure while everyone around me succeeds

My thought process is so bleak

Do even try it, no need

Keep your motivational speech what I need is beaucoup cheese

Money don't buy happiness? Then why do we promote greed

Everybody tryna be a millionaire these days

Everyone chasing a bag tryna get paid

Everybody doing it alone claiming that they're self-made

If we're all bosses then who's gonna be the maids

And who's gone be the teachers

Who's gone be the doctors

Who's gone bail you out if there aren't any more lawyers

Who's gone be the preacher

Never mind the true religion is paper

Seems like we're all slaves to the all mighty dollar

I'll fight fire with fire

If the devil comes I swear to God I will blast that nigga

Only faith I have left is in this choppa

And my drip, that's my holy water

Say amen, preach duck or get baptized at the altar

My altar

That was blasphemy

But honestly don't know where I'm at spiritually

I'm floating aimlessly

In a world that's looking to make me a casualty

No options but to suppress these thoughts

Til I found this beat and laid them down as my first entry

One

In this therapy session

Still tryna figure this shit out

Can't even figure myself out

What the fuck this thing gone do

I find it hard to remain happy

Makes me wonder if I ever had true happiness

But I'm here chasing the shit that I want to chase

Ducking all kinds of bullshit

Thinking that I'm living the life that I want to live

But that's not what it feels like

Shit