Venting (Therapy)

(Verse 1)
Why do i live like this, why do i lie to myself
Since my Uncle had died life ain’t going nowhere
Why do i struggle to find a purpose and a meaning
Sipping myself to sleep almost every weekend
Why do i love like this, why do i lie to myself
Giving my heart to feel, like I’m finally felt
Why I love to struggle to feel like they really need me
Crying myself to peace almost every weekend

So i guess I’m holding on to my hurt, cus the healing ain’t easy
So I’m finding comfort in the pain, like therapy i don’t need it
AB positive my blood type always screaming
But i just can’t seem to find the needle cus my heart stay bleeding
I find the needle but the threading weeded
Im being blunt but roll through punches easy
It seems too much to live through all the season, the winter hold me but then summer reaping
Just what i sow, i sew with needle easy, then realize ain’t no excuses needed

(Hook)
Cold feet, still wave, so i chill
Low sleep, write heat, catch a thrill
The life I’m gonna live will make me think that none of this real.... think that none of this real... make me think that none of this real
They wanna ask me who i am, said I’m that nigga

(Verse 2)
Niggas been counting me out, im loading my bullets and grabbin my clip
My shit gon shake like it had to strip, with an extra apeshit banana clip
Watch i go loco my banana split, sippin 4 loco like boy you trip
Like it’s Sri Lanka, or Morocco ima
Go take my mama to the Philippines proper
So she see my auntie, courtesy of Robert
Take my other mama to divide and conquer
I’ll send her to Rome my daddy in tow
They need the rest, just them all alone
I ever get lost then i know I’ll come home, but right now i got do this alone
Niggas want beef then mhmm ima
Decline that shit like Elijah Muhammad
I ain’t tryna keep the peace like the Dalai Llama
But what it look like if you not on my level
Bitch im too gold don’t need no bezel
Flow Stone Cold boy spit Scotty 2 Hotty, got my own logo all over my body
Ion need permission, ain’t ask nobody, wear my panda tees to all of the parties
I think I’m Mansa Musa, to the revolution
Cause inflation just by being out
Come and get a dose of the sun
It’s good for when you running out the house
This good for when you need to run it out
This good for when you need to buss it down
Cap sun with an Aries moon, sometimes it’s good for me to shut my fuckin mouth, just learn to breathe, and watch em all drown

(Hook) x2