Lyrics Substance Therapy - REMI

Now blow your money
There goes a hundred
Now blow your money
There goes another, there goes another hundred
Blow your money
There goes a hundred
Now blow your money
If you do it my way, you get faded when life plummets
If you are going south, you're headed for southern comfort
Although it can push you to jumping or acting the dummy
Like spending all of your money
'Cause you just got made redundant
But retail therapy's the only one for your budget
So Dr. Denim is the only therapist you're funding
Besides, he lets you prescribe any drug that you like
To get high as the rent you need to cover
Even though at home, you've got a lady missing your loving
And you've got sons you need to lead like Marcus Mumford
And you've got bills to pay, but you need a real escape
So you hit the town hard as punches from Muhammad
One bag, two pills, three shots before leaving yours
By five, your face is in the gutter
But you'll be back next week, throwing your hands up in the club
Like 'woo' girls from How I Met your Mother, tryna cover the pain
Bounce, all my people feeling down
If you're loving the sound then let me see you get around me
You got sorrows you need to drown, get around me
And let's try and pretend this shit is astounding, huh
Everybody bounce, all my people feeling down
If you're loving the sound then let me see you get rowdy
Buy another round now, you should get rowdy
And let's try and pretend this shit is astounding, uh-huh
Now blow your money
There goes a hundred
Now blow your money
There goes another, there goes another hundred
Blow your money
There goes a hundred
Now blow your money
There goes another, there goes another hundred
Blow your money
I dunno what I'm scared of
All I know is it's got me scared off
I dunno what i'm scared of
All I know is it's got me
Sometimes I feel so low, I can't even get out the pad
My mind turns into a prison like it is Alcatraz
Twenty-five to life here, there's no light here
Need a buzz like Lightyear to break me out, stat
Take me to infinity to escape off the map
I used to use imagination 'til my age crushed that
Brain's chemically imbalanced, that or I'm just damaged
Either way, happy thoughts now come in a beige cap
May snap at any moment, those who know me can vouch for this
Weigh my problems in weed, say, "About an ounce for this"
Bi-monthly for this bipolar, need to try something
This shit's getting older than my favourite line
You know the one, "Really, I'm fine, I'm fine"
When realistically, that's me saying, "I'm lying, I'm dying", but
Got too much pride to cry for assistance
So I party all the time, Rick James, bitch
Bounce, all my people feeling down
If you're loving the sound then let me see you get around me
You got sorrows you need to drown, get around me
And let's try and pretend this shit is astounding, huh
Everybody bounce, all my people feeling down
If you're loving the sound then let me see you get rowdy
Buy another round now, you should get rowdy
And let's try and pretend this shit is astounding, uh-huh
Now blow your money
There goes a hundred
Now blow your money
There goes another, there goes another hundred
Blow your money
There goes a hundred
Now blow your money
There goes another, there goes another hundred
Blow your money