Bidiqueen - Therapy Lyrics

Na na na na na na na, yeah
Therapy, therapy
Na na na na na na na, yeah
Yo this music shit saved me for real (This shit saved me)
When I look back at my life and I'm like man...
I'll do this shit deal or no deal
All these emotions I was feeling but somehow I couldn't tell Ms. Johnson what I feel
Shit I don't know if I'm expressive or depressive still I chose the beats over a pill
I chose the beat over a pill
Shit
I'm I alive? I'm dead?
It's a beautiful Saturday night in death Valley but I'm stuck in my bed (I ain't going out bruh)
Too much shit has happened that I couldn't process so I'm just stuck in my head
Shit I been loosing family members back to back to back
Is this Russian Roulette?
I probably should go out and live it up who knows, maybe I'm next!
Maybe I'm next...
Shit, Am I alive? Am I dead?
All in my head
All in my head
All in my head
Na na na na na na na, yeah
Therapy, therapy
Na na na na na na na, yeah
Yeah, taking shots we lit!
Chasing Ciroc with Four Loko
Que locura! Ya no me gusta I quit (C'mon Bidi!)
Tired of waking up to random numbers and stamps on my hands
Damn I slept in my fit (Yo who's that 225?)
Can't even remember which cabron I called last night
On some "Show Me Love" shit (I'm trippin')
I'm looking in the mirror tryna find myself but I can't
Who the hell is this
Tell me how do you feel
Do you geel like you've emptied out?
Yeah, you gotta put it in the music
Don't never let it put you out
Na na na na na na na, yeah
Therapy, therapy
Uh, na na na na na na na, yeah
Therapy, therapy
Na na na na na na na, yeah
Therapy, therapy
Na na na na na na na, yeah
Therapy, therapy
Na na na na na na na, yeah
Therapy, therapy
Na na na na na na na, yeah
Therapy, therapy