paroles de chanson Therapy Music (feat. Russ) - Russ , Logic

Yeah
My anxiety was takin' over (yeah)
Remove the devil and my faith gon' feel it slide like it's Amendola (come on)
I finally made it to the field of my dreams
And I let ghost play around in my head like I'm Ray Liotta (damn)

A Yankee owner, I got stripes in this game
Hot-headed but got ice my veins, arrivin' by plane
G4 to be exact, rewards and beats and raps
Three whores before 4:00 and then three more are bein' cracked (facts)

That was the life that I was leadin' back before I went to therapy
And we unpacked, I wasn't really needin' that
I was needin' validation, which, I agree is whack
Mad at my therapist like, "Bitch, I agree with that" (haha)

Here's the kicker though, my therapist is me (facts)
Complainin' 'bout my problems, how American of me?
There's a scarcity of free thinkers (yeah)
It's all group thoughts (sheep)
That's what they think (yeah)
That's not what you thought (psst)

Before you saw the popular vote
You scared that the world'll leave you if you rockin' the boat
So you don't (pussy)
All aboard, now you safe in here
But you don't even recognize your own face in here
Fuck it (fuck it)

Independent with a major budget (uh-huh)
You ain't mad at me, you mad your lady love it
We should change the subject (uh-huh)
I sway the public like I'm rappin' on the radio
Long hair, lookin' like I'm supposed to be on Game of Thrones

HBO but every time I talk, it makes the news like The Daily Show
I'm wavy so, of course you wanna cruise, I call it Katie Holmes
All my dreams are comin' true, that's somethin' I innately know
Labels feedin' artists soul diets like paleo

Meanwhile, I'm feedin' myself
Had a nightmare last night that I was sleepin' myself
Yeah, yeah
Oh, God

I keep my ego in check
Just me and this instrumental pumpin' through this cassette deck
Money don't represent my rank
Yeah, Logic rose from jack but even the Titanic sank
I seen cats with egos bigger than cruise ships lose it

Gain power and abuse it
Same to take my kindness for weakness and confuse it
Same type don't know I stay with a gat and know how to use it
Used to be addicted to likes by the likes of people I ain't even liked

Anxiety, readin' comments ain't have me readin' right
Trapped in the Matrix
Black Neo, back to the basics
Now everything I do is off the grid, they just can't trace it, face it
I used to love rap, now all I love is my family

Fuck the fake shit, only engulfed in darkness
Can you see the light like common sense?
But to my defense, that way of thinkin' past tense
Life's a bitch and shit can get screwed
Like when you campin', that's fuckin' in tents

On tour the fans screamin' the West like cravin'
You know I deal with shit
That'll make the average man's chest cave in
On the scene daily
This just in, word to Hailey
I write about the world around me like a journalist

It's funny how people that don't listen to me concerned with this
It's 'cause they have to be
These motherfuckers weaker than muscle atrophy
This life feels like a simulation, man, it has to be
Walked through the world
The whole shit is just one giant catastrophe

Speak on mental health, the people laughed at me
That's why I tapped out
Retired 'cause I felt rapped out
Feel like people more connected with shit that's not what rap's about
So I mapped out
Just me and my fam, I don't give a damn

Livin' day to day, just like the normal man I am
Bringin' it back to the reason I began it from the start
Spittin' syllables at will at the open mic, after dark
Hangin' with cats that stay with the iron-like they Tony Stark

We recognize when the phonies talk, why?
Real G's fly in silence like gnats, G7 raps
Retired now I'm back, I relapsed
We bringin' that heat back
Like July, that real shit, no two-ply

Bitches I've been plottin' and plannin'
Fuck whatever they been demandin'
I grab the cannon, and ran in the lyrical phantom
Jumpin' out the plane tandem
Flow so effortless it seems like it happens at random
My greed expand bigger, I Bruce Banner 'em

I hit you with the buckshot then the Chapelle slug
Hustle music like some of my brothers still hustle drugs
I'm the unsung
Did it for money, made the money, now I do it for fun
Music will forever be a part of me

I do this from the heart, from the circumflex artery
My bank account is seven digits like I won the lottery
But that don't navigate the way I shape the game like pottery
So hold up, grab the gat, reload, the Rattpack be my soldiers

Yeah, I'm older but I be wiser
Fucking around, now open your eyes up
Now these haters claim I fell from grace a couple years back
Still at the top, where I been at
Eight miles from the surface of Earth, feelin' infinite
Don't gotta get into that

Who's the illest on a track?
Rewind it now and listen back
Wanna know who the best is?
I give you 44 guesses
It doesn't matter and it never did, it never does, it never will
That's why I retired, it's impossible to fulfil
Just a hamster wheel
Full of cats that never sit still

On it, for real
(Woo, crazy!)