Lyrics THERAPY - Shalco

Shalco?
Come in I'm ready for you

I think my therapist might hate me
I do way too much complaining
I saw the client walk in right before me
He was way taller, she might replace me
I think my therapist don't like me
But she'll never find someone like me
I think my therapist is kind of hot
I think my therapist wants to fuck me just slightly

Okay, maybe I got some shit to figure out
I want a bad bitch just to kick her out
I want a sad bitch just to smoke with
And if she's nice to me, I can't stick around
What if this is it?
What if there's no hero for the people listening?
What if neither one of us was really innocent?
What if there's no moral to this story this is it?
There's no villain arc
She get out the car
I can't leave this shits still in park
She probably on to the next adventure that she'll embark
And there's a line of men waiting for her but what about me?
Sitting at home
Watching re-runs of Glee ripping carts (Fuck Schuester)
Wondering
Who's the first person she gon' fuck?
Was she fantasizing about him when she was with us
What if he fucks her like I never could doctor? Then what?
What does that make me?
I hope he can't get it up

I think my therapist might hate me
I do way too much complaining
I saw the client walk in right before me
He was way taller she might replace me
I think my therapist don't like me
But she'll never find someone like me
I think my therapist is kind of hot
I swear she wore that wedding ring today just to spite me

Doctor! Intrusive thoughts bout her moving on
But do they count as intrusive thoughts if they turn me on?
I'm not no Sneako doctor, I like having Bernie on
Something about not feeling good enough that makes me cum I don't know
I would change it if I could bro
What the fuck happened to me? I feel like I should know like
You know back in Iran we had these fruit roll-ups
That just fucking slapped
And I can't find anything like that over here and I'm just thinking
Uh sweetie, I think you're getting sidetracked here
Well I've been saying the same shit since like last year
Nothing changes, I make some songs and I'm right back here
You look in my head like something's not right back here
I know, I know, fucking fix me dawg
If I stood on the cash I paid you I'd be six feet tall
I wouldn't even be here
Not trying to hear I'm good enough
I'm trying to be convinced
Honestly you're starting to piss me off

I think my therapist might hate me
I do way too much complaining
I saw the client walk in right before me
He was way taller, she might replace me (who the fuck is John?)
I think my therapist don't like me (clear your fucking schedule)
But she'll never find someone like me (you can only talk to me)
She took a bathroom break I sniffed her chair
That's what you get if you don't invite me

Can you stop looking at your fucking watch I'm talking
Ugh you wanna hear my professional opinion?
Yes!
I think you just probably need to fix your stroke game
There's no fucking way that's your professional opinion (yes it is)
Listen, just listen to me
No cap, off the record