Текст песни My Own Psychiatrist - Toke Wright

Man, I don't know what to say I just pick up the pen and I talk to myself
Two sides of me battling like I'm just tattling
Sir, do you think I need help
Stuck on this road like there's nowhere to go
My words are so hot that it's making me cold
Froze in the snow when it's 20 below freezing
Like sneezing, I have no control I just blow
But I want to blow up like a terrorist
My mind on insanity
I might need a therapist
What you staring at huh
Never mind, my bad, that's my own reflection
But it had me guessing for a second
Just me, myself and I that are in this session
I'll be frustrated if I never made it on your playlist ranked among the greatest
Wait, I'm a Christian, I can't say this
Man, I hate this
I feel my time is belated
You know how long I've been waiting
Sir, you need to learn patience
I know your mind is racing
Let me get a notepad and pen
Sit here, you'll be my patient

I don't know this place to well
From the norm I fell
I only have you to tell
Am I talking to myself
Writing all my thoughts that are all up on this paper
I guess I'm just a John Doe
I don't hear the bravo
Nobody cares
No one is aware
There's no telling where I might go

Can't look at a glass half full when it's empty
You want to see the drama or the problems I got many
Many people making up rumors to offend me
Your choice to believe it or not, like Ripley's
Is something wrong with my psychi
'Cause the light above my head is not shining brightly
Just lightly just like me in my mental state when I'm reciting my writing
My timing may be a little bit off
I know I'm imperfect and I'm filled with flaws
You can tell by my bars that I'm real and odd
At the end of the day I still trust in God
Even though I feel so trapped and hopeless
Stuck in a dilemma with my psychosis
Coming up with lyrics that are barely noticed
Through it all, I really just try to remain focused
And vent to you which is me
Just a pen as my medication and loose leaf
The side effects are being broke, you might lose sleep
Be too weak to weep, cruel steeps and mood swings
Forget it, you wouldn't understand, man
And if you do let's just hope for the Sandman

I don't know this place to well
From the norm I fell
I only have you to tell
Am I talking to myself
Writing all my thoughts that are all up on this paper
I guess I'm just a John Doe
I don't hear the bravo
Nobody cares
No one is aware
There's no telling where I might go

They say I'm gassed up trying to shine like Nebula
I'm not sorry that I don't sound regular
Instead of all the lies I hear, I write my life
It's like a diary in audio instead of sight
Every line that I make is another confession
I'm my own boss when I'm in a session
If I learn from mistakes, that's a worthy lesson
This psychology is not a pleasant profession
Sometimes it gets to the point I can't breathe
Like I'm waisting my life and I need to quit and leave
This music stuff is a lot harder than it seems
I have to visit past pains and let the ink bleed
So doctor, please help me, just what can I do
I'm lost in this song and I'm turning to you
Don't you understand that I feel this way too
Nearly pulling my hair out, life gets tense
I pick up the pen and my mind just sprints
From the very start to how I might end this
In this I'm my own psychiatrist
Nearly pulling my hair out, life gets tense
I pick up the pen and my mind just sprints
From the very start to how I might end this
I'm my own psychiatrist

I don't know this place to well
From the norm I fell
I only have you to tell
Am I talking to myself
Writing all my thoughts that are all up on this paper
I guess I'm just a John Doe
I don't hear the bravo
Nobody cares
No one is aware
There's no telling where I might go

There's no telling where I might go

There's no telling where I might go