Lyrics:
up from my heart that's my way of therapy
Before I had my daughters menace to society (animal)
My demons passing down my own babies hating me (that's
the dumps
Just buck up little man
Every head gets bumps
Nah you don't need medicine
And therapy's for chumps
Just buck up little man
Every head gets bumps
to therapy about my feelings, so please cut me some slack
I hold myself accountable, so I don't need help with my bags
I'm steady, chasing purpose, so I don't
dreams
Cause ya fiend for a toke
My crew tote Tocques and mink coats
On the cell with the boat
What you thought, get caught, get bailed out?
Fuck
Sons of the silent age
Pace their rooms like a cell's dimensions
Rise for a year or two then make war
Search through their one inch thoughts
Then
Sons of the silent age
Pace their rooms like a cell's dimensions
Rise for a year or two then make war
Search through their one inch thoughts
Then
be okay"
OutKast, Cell Therapy to cell division
We just split it down the middle so you can see both the visions
Been spitting it damn near ten
to a life with no others,
You put the boy in the box mother fucker!
It said handle with care but you dropped it!
Isolation therapy, that's what created me
say that music is a therapy to ease the mind
But see therapy to me, is to squeeze a nine
Right between ya eyes, while I squeeze ya throat
Chuck you off
real hoe, for real though
They say that music is a therapy to ease the mind
But see therapy to me, is to squeeze a nine
Right between ya eyes, while
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (people)
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (bitches)
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (animals)
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
Bumstickitty,
the rest of the world, they can't realize
A cell is hell, I'm a rebel so I rebel
Between bars, got me thinkin' like an animal
Got a woman see-O to call me
Sick with every symptom, sick in every cell
Every pill to every will and every head's a hospital
Sick with every symptom, sick in every cell
Sick
thang
Don't be scared to act like an animal
It's in your nature (uh huh)
C'mon
You know I eat it from the roota' to the toota'
Let me do ya, let me
of the hundreds and spend it for therapy
I need security
This VVS clarity, they come with charity
They ask for the truth but they darin' me
I hop out the Lamb'
me up
One, cell, at a time
One, cell, at a time
Animal of mine
You can't pretend to hide
We are the monsters
The monsters
Twist and turn inside
Your
cells and I can tell
I wanna hear your call shake these walls
Scream through the sheets
She bites like a freak
Like an animal I smell your hormones
the spirit go
circle with the animals this shit look like a merry go
round and I served so much brown I pay for it now
my higher self looking down
I aint make
Been so much shit in my past
Getting out my comfort zone
I’m just tryna make it home
Stranded on my fucking own
Sitting in my own cell
Feeling like
Woke up in the cell, where am I at?
Yeah, it's cold, but I like that
What, am I trapped?
Heart's beating out of my chest
Door's locked, but
therapy gotta keep my heart from tearing apart
We been going in circles, my stomachs in shambles
I don't know how much more I can handle
I feel like a wild
Oh you gotta feel me
Feel me
Animal bout to unleashed
On a rage
Stuck in a cage
Been down bumpy paths
Been focus on the craft
Need to therapy for my
Sitting in the studio see
Ganja smoke the scent of Slivovic
Stay in my memory I
See them bombs they drop we
Run like animals notha
Band of bulls we so
Mad
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
Yeah I swear I might need therapy
All them times that you was right there standing next to me
I know I can get mad but you still
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