Group Therapy (feat. BoobJ & B-Phokus)

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BirdKatt

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Pick up. That's your goddamn phone
Hello?
What are you doing right now?
Are you busy
Good afternoon, Birdkatt.
What a pleasure it is to see you
Please, tell me what brings you in today

Well, honestly, man, I don't know
I haven't felt like myself lately and I figure you can give me some advice
Well, how about this
Start by telling me the first thing that comes to your mind, no matter how bizarre it is

Are you sure
Of course
Okay
Sounds like you was fucked up as a kid

I think you're suffering from psychosis
Maybe you need to stop holding on to the past
Um, well, you know what I think
I think you need to kiss my ass and worry about your own shit

How's that
We're fucking done here
That's patient
Anyway, my thoughts became sporadic

Kept my mind numb, warded off a pill and addict
Became an alcoholic, tried to beat the panic with the mathematics
Stack it up and turn it to a tragedy
Ease my mind, never find what I'm looking for

Better keep on searching
Keep a rack full of ammo with a .44 when the demons lurking
That's a suicidal note to grow with
I'm thinking that I should, it'll back the motive

Be safe, full of bullets and a rope to go with it
I sing a lot of memory to put another hole in it
Rolling around like dice in my cerebral cortex
I lie to my family when I be saying I bought these guns to protect me

People think I'm sick and twisted, Mr. Mischiefix
Your lips are fictitious, pissed and misgifted
But the fact of the matter is, doc, I just wanna watch the world burn
Put it in a box, all the pain that they ever done gave to the kid

All the funerals, I'll never get away from the shit
All the women that wanted to play, now you wanna choke out
Now you wanna play with me, bitch
Motherfucker

Motherfucker
Chick
Just let it go
I'm sick

I lost my mind, can you tell me where to find it
Spend way too much time just suffering in silence
Do you really wanna know what's going on behind my eyelids
Since the day I lost my mind, my mind ain't been right since

Sometimes I feel like a zombie, so cold and lifeless
Push me to the edge and I might result in violence
Messing with my family and it's so psyched, bitch
Tell you that day you're gonna die like I'm psychic

Or maybe I'm a psycho
Then they talk to me with the right tone
Know you'll be surprised when I leave you with your mind gone
While you're pulling in the drive, got you winning us

Facts on my right flow, hit you in the third eye
Not a sense in your survival
Sick of suicidal thoughts stuck inside the mic dome
Maybe I should pray more God, can you save my soul

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