Therapy - @Coaastgxd
Produced by @Station666 (RiP)
Engineered, Mixed, and Mastered by Eddy Vocals @ Lyrics Studio
Art by @haloblaack
Lyrics
Pulling up,
Pouring up,
4 O's in a solo cup,
Working like a fiend so I can't pour enough,
Storing all my feelings I cant even start exploring em,
Leave me to my pills,
I'm popping four of em,
Call the coroner,
Dropping bodies watch em fall in the corridor,
Reaper the sorcerer,
Triple six visions like I'm finna torture ya
I'm in the back of the Cadillac wilin' the loud got me slumped I'm like "whoa"
Movin' so silently, trynna be violent, I call up my shooters on low,
Load the corolla my homies roll up and they ready to let it all blow,
I said it again and again if you pull up you end up like six feet below.
Lay low, put a gram in my nose,
Smoke blunts till I cant feel my toes,
Tell your punk friend he don't want smoke,
Lord knows this shit aint no joke,
Tip-toe when I take souls,
Bae knows that I cant be swayed by the bankroll,
Self-mutilate like I'm Van Gogh,
Bound in the back trynna ask where van go
Pulling up,
Pouring up,
4 Oz in a solo cup,
Working like a fiend so I can't pour enough,
Storing all my feelings I cant even start exploring em,
Leave me to my pills,
I'm popping four of em,
Call the coroner,
Dropping bodies watch em fall in the corridor,
Reaper the sorcerer,
Triple six visions like I'm finna torture ya
