paroles de chanson Therapy (Intro) - Cheikh
Thought
that
I
could
trust
in
you
Surprised
to
find
it
wasn't
true
But
I
didn't
fault
you
for
the
thoughts
you
was
succumbin
to
It
was
just
a
thought
until
I
noticed
it
was
comin
true
My
mind
was
clear
at
one
time
Blindin
me
as
it
filled
with
clues
And
truths
Main
bitch
and
a
mistress
but
no
muse
Pay
yo
dues
Take
yo
mic
cuz
Kobe
would
take
yo
shoes
Ain't
no
rules
Guess
I'm
just
used
to
a
higher
standard
of
livin
Been
introduced
to
a
lotta
niggas
who
used
to
prison
Need
a
bitch
bad
as
Eve
Sinnin
since
the
beginnin
The
predicament
my
pen
in
Predictin
a
nearin
endin
I'm
more
than
a
star,
I'm
the
cosmos
Cosmic
soldier
Reload
smoke
ya
Electricity
told
ya
My
moms
not
shocked
by
holsters
Nor
the
chinky
eyed
cheeba
chicken
hawk
We
smokin
that
Al
Roker
Froze
up
as
I
post
up
the
pole
shift
chose
us
Chicago
was
North
Pole'd
up
Shit
sewed
up
Sosa
How
I
Chief
Keef
In
the
school
of
hard
knocks
wit
a
cheat
sheet
Left
college
to
fight
life
and
got
beat
sleep
Woke
up
outta
my
deep
sleep
Facin
martial
law
And
Leafly
The
city
deliverin
weed
to
me
But
my
old
plug
locked
Why
ain't
he
free?
Beats
me
If
I
see
P
Can't
even
give
that
nigga
a
CD
In
the
A
tryna
be
C
H
E
I
K
H
on
the
big
screen
Thinkin
big
things
Dreamin
big
dreams
From
the
big
streets
Of
the
windy
city
To
this
little
city
That's
big
on
the
streets
You
could
miss
me
With
the
Blood,
Crip
BD,
GD
BCBG
Designed
to
be
a
Designer
Not
be
sleep
G
I'm
Neo
in
Inception
Architectin
Artifacts
and
Art
selections
Yawn
I'm
the
best
at
whatever
Ever
bitch,
I
bet
whatever
The
swordsmith,
I'm
clever
My
head
severs
I'm
a
God
Sorry
God
But
God
did
not
Bless
your
endeavors
You
the
Hare
but
you
not
a
head
a
Chicago
Red'er
Duane
Reade
My
tongue
a
reed
Human
beings
are
instruments,
nigga
sing
My
nina
sing
While
niggas
dance
Nigga
dance
for
your
niggatry
We
used
to
hang
Offa
Vance
was
the
nigga
tree
Corona
in
the
petri
Everything
ain't
Georgia
peachy
Believe
a
quarter
what
ya
read
and
none
of
what
ya
see
G
2pac
be
listenin
to
me
G
Write
rhymes
on
a
Ouiji
XXX
too
RIP
Juice,
I'm
special
Is
this
the
stu
or
the
restroom
Either
way,
God
bless
you
Eat
away,
intellect
food
I
don't
wanna
politic
wit
you,
I
don't
elect
you
Bulletproof
lectern
Green
tips
comin
through
No
rest
in
Pee
Q
R
S
T
Just
done
wit
you
Blow
the
L
W
Fencin
wit
fence-riders
is
probably
fun
to
who
Not
me
tho
Hard
body
beetle
I
need
a
Dreamdoll,
Nicki,
or
a
R&B
hoe
I
need
to
lay
my
eyes
on
every
chip
bring
me
Casino
My
life
kinda
like
Belly
starrin
Al
Pacino
You
winin
Grigio,
Pino
Nigga
give
me
the
dough
The
big
bambino
Beat
it
from
NY
to
Reno
Yo
queen
pussy
Toledo
cuz
yo
D
a
placebo
I
make
her
rain
like
Seattle
Hope
you
believe
what
she
know
Fuck
yo
opinio
And
feelings
too,
u
not
my
niño
I
lost
a
granny
to
chemo
I'm
smokin
till
I
G-O
C
E
O
Covered
in
gold,
C3PO
Skitzo
I
look
in
the
mirror
and
see
three
people
That's
three
times
the
black
history
tho
C
D
hoe
You
can't
hate
the
root
and
not
the
tree,
hoe
Cheikh
Get
it?
Trio
The
booth
Hacé
Frío
The
fur
grow
on
my
species
when
we
cold
These
beast
flows
We
desist
and
cease
those
G
O
D
from
the
G
O
In
summer
covered
from
head
to
toe
cuz
he
glow
Blind
people
see
bro
It's
prolly
illegal
But
I
can't
stop
cuz
he
go
I
looped
the
beat
then
I
yawned
The
vocals
landed
equal
I
don't
know
when
or
where
I
can
be
all
I
can
be
bro
So
I'm
just
gone
off
the
tree
feedin
soul
and
eatin
egos
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