Therapeutic

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Yung Tenk

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Lost count of all the money I'm making
Lost track of all the time I wasted
Lost my mind with all these dreams I'm chasing
I promise you I'm not a promise breaker
Nowadays, I've been in and out of state
Everybody watching me, wondering where I stay
Posted up at 42nd "Yeah nigga, we paid"
Yung Tenk, we gon' be okay
If you showing love, that don't mean you giving praise
If I want to, I would do it anyway
I know it hurts you to see this smile on my face
Feels just like a blade on some skin when it breaks
Catch me in a cold dark alley
Partied so hard, I forgot the fucking addy
Grindin' so hard, missed calls, could've smashed it
Should've, would've, back up in them days I wouldn't pass it
Mac-10, make him hit a fucking backflip
Trippin acid, don't know why these niggas cappin'
All these bitches mentioning my name in all these captions
I'm from a dimension where they talk shit, you get zapped in
Cinematic, lights, camera, action
Schneider film, we live in a world where they just actin'
Grandma told me I'll get "Big and strong" with all this cabbage
Girl don't think about calling my phone with all that baggage
The 31st I'll be 21, no Savage
Not the same way, not the same way I was back then
I'm not Kodak but I get on tracks and be just blackin'
Onnat, onnat, I can't let these niggas catch me lacking
Ragin' all night, we be causin' fear upon the masses
Got a big ole' booty, she came straight from Calabasas
I dropped out of college, couldn't make it to them classes
The vision clear, but it look fucking better with these glasses!
I'm too O.G., Vodka, no Hennessy
Wake up in the morning, right back to the 2-0-3
Drivin' fast, I just spilled some vodka on my fucking seat
Wake up, then we count the cash, go to sleep and then repeat
Wake up, then I check the stash, hit the stu, that's therapy
This music shit my only path, I feel like it's healing me
I just give it all I have, I see why they fearin' me
I pulled up in all black, the diamonds got her staring
If you ain't with the dogs, can't be near me
I done found a fuckin' method, now they hear me!
I done changed my swag, and now this bitch can finally feel me!
Changed my fuckin' ways, they lucky, I was doing filthy
Cup half full, can't spill me
You ain't talkin' money? I don't want no fucking dealings!
I don't need no motherfuckin' hook, I'll still be reeling
Scampi shell peeling, bring us the billy
Shawty, she fuckin' with me, I'm poppin', no pilly
(Popstar) (Rockstar) Bitch I run the city
All these bitches mentioning my name in all these mentions
I can't let these poser ass niggas corrupt my image
No, no don't corrupt my image
No, no don't corrupt my image
I can't let these poser ass niggas corrupt my image
I can't let these poser ass niggas corrupt my image

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