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shit I need to call a therapist

I think I need therapy, 
Always seem to let my dick get the best of me. 
My white bitch Chelsea use her mouth

always want to settle arguments
Before things get out of hand
But I always feel like people are always
Going to just shift the blame on me
It's terrible

And we know that the media men beg to differ 
And we feed the youth with Biff, Chip and Kipper
That biff got me chipper
Now hand me the Zippo
And we'll

Running up That Hill

The Badlees

Up There Down Here

1999

When the rain is sports arena loud
In the evening of a self-inflicted day
And you're contemplating sides that might collide
The hemlock society

hand
This aint what i want 
can only blame myself
The good life isnt far 
But im trapped in my thoughts 
Depression you can call it
i wish that i was

sadness and depression in ink
It's a reflection of self, no matter how indistinct
But then the pad became my therapist to vent out all my rhetoric
I write

breath
Could they Relate with this
I know they can
Cuz they story is the same as mine
Reach out my hand
Success is only a state of mind
They hate it when I

can't see
I feel my fucking hands
All of these delicious drugs & society today
Got my mind not understanding
Am I a woman or a motherfucking mannequin

the one to help

I'm lacking somebody to talk to
When I need to vent
I got a sister that I barely see
From my therapist 
Now daddy is happy and proud now

Sweat and some tears but way more bled
Therapist told me cant keep fears in front of my head
Or I run out of time worrying about when Id be dead
So I make

Tryna treat me like I'm pathetic
Invite me on and he'll regret it
Life will knock you down if you let it
Society was meant to burn
When will the rich

humbling
Funny how society works we need money in

New shit new bands
New year  tryna cop some new fans
Back in the day we never re on a brick tryna fix up

are
And how modern consumer society just sucks
And so forth and so on

You get the idea

If I choose to think this way in
A store and on the freeway

a therapist bitch I just rap

Ever since a young I've been craving for the power bruh
Money fame and notoriety control society
I wanted plenty bitches my

know then we wouldn't have met 
And we wouldn't have shown what it means to grow up tied to things
Weighing us down in society oh the irony that

the
Premise, at least, of a life I just missed not a
Pharmacist, therapist, I could make a list of the
Plans you missed, girls you kissed, handshakes, ties-

bag
Or diamonds on they hand they have
It's an ass epidemic
Trying to look as successful as
The Pats in two thousand and seven
Forgetting they lost in

I never really felt like one with society
Im a stranger to the regular that has anxiety
There's no denying the pressure that's forming here inside

better (better, better)
Gets better (better, better, better)

Verse 1: 
Mental Health rooted deep in my family tree
We planted seeds in a toxic society 
I

rather die than face a shitty society
My hands begin to shake I start to quake I'm gonna panic
Electric shocks in my chest god I think I'm going manic
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