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all I wanna be's a good coach for my champions
I teach em to be serious they teach me how to play 
Sometimes I find it hard believing this is what we

always on point and I rhyme cleverly,
I'm not game character nigga do not play with me,
I don't do EPs mixtapes are my specialty,
Skateboarder with it

titillates your brains
It's therapy, eviscerate the pain
Make moves, break and create grooves
Do some paint, make it rugged and smooth

Just do, dislodge what

so deep, it's a daily weep

Crying daily for at least a week

Finding yourself there as we speak

Needing therapy but ain't nothing there

This life we

oh, open the door
Now I'm thirty, I'm on my way, survival suit has had its day
I found therapy, I don't wanna play these shadow games
I'm not a fool,

Yeah
I've got a lot on my mind
Welcome to my therapy session

I'm sick of being told to calm down
Sick of being told to relax
Sick of being one

Play so many roles, like mine like hers
Product manager, business manager, home manager, content, context
Cultural armrest
Umm yes I'm stressed
I flex,

disguise
Except the chemo therapy
(that sucks)
And the part where I might die
But it made me realize
What's important is important
And the rest is just lies

Broken sickly
You know who you are. Don't have to say your name. I'm not gonna play your game no more. You ought to feel ashamed. I'm the victim and you're

was shiesty
Niggas hoes I swear they won't fight me
Fucc all the music
we could just do it like Nike
Tryna see red on his white tee
We could play wit

Unh, unh, unh
Niggas don't play fair Step outside with a armor
Got a Glock and this shit ready to harm ya
Yeah, I'm Freddy in dreams I love to haunt

memories collected
I don't think I'll handle
It's all a game that we play
Tried to put my hands up
Trying to pray, the saints
That I thought would stand up

God
Trust issues on a leash
Then she loose it
She be thinking
Overthinking all the time
Therapy sessions at eight
She be feeling
Like everything late

human at best, you know the ball ting
Messy when you're put to the test
Been offered contracts that you dream to get, I wouldn't accept, I play some

keep it a thousand
Cause when it comes to skills
They all say I'm well-rounded
You play no defense
They call you James Harden
Keep my shit in a sequence

a mother fucker play me like I'm crazy.
Bitches be so damaged, ain't no point in maintenance.
You say you got a Bag for me, let's get Acquainted.
I done came

saying
Please somebody turn the music off
It’s the soundtrack to a failed…

I'll take all our favorites and I'll play them on repeat 
Heal my broken heart

Sometimes I'm amused by what I allude
It be my diary, of the thoughts I don't speak
It's my therapy, gotta keep it 1 G
Rewriting his story with this sacred

Greenwood's shock therapy
Your pen and "The Bell Jar" reality
Play Russian roulette with six cartridges in
The cylinder, no time for calm within
Your head, run

songs, these therapy sessions
I took all of my thoughts and spoke em to rhythm
Whether it touch the next man ain't up to me
My family tree starting

Never wish bad on my enemies, need therapy, I only pray for their forgiveness
Count me out, I'm out here counting these blessings
Thank the lord for

punching holes in the bathroom
I've got marks on my arms from where I was clawing at my flesh
But I won't go to therapy, I'll write this song instead

I know

Solana shouldn't have to creep, cause a nigga wanna play checkers and crown his toss piece
I ain't tryna hear that bullshit, my nigga, you lost me

Man, I

can't look back (Yea)
Heart gone they took that, Say that's yo best do better
Don't play with me thought you knew better
On yo head like new era (Let's go