Therapy

Dawg you dun lost yo mind

Cause I was waiting patiently

But yet you couldn't wait for me

Instead you went and changed on me

Changed on everybody who just wanted to be there for you

You think by doing this you gon become a better you?

You think by doing this that you gon be saint or something?

I think you gon insane or something I hope you know your days are numbered

I hope you know that day is coming

Cause you made yourself a promise that you'd stay the same

You might as well just change your name

While your at it

Cause this ain't how we planned it

You a fake, understand it

Man I hate what you became and the way you just abandoned what I use to call a bond

Now you just so beyond

Now you just got me writing shitty songs

Bout the old you

Breaking up the whole crew

I gotta make it vocal

And I hate to say I told you

But I told you

If you ain't careful nigga you gon switch up

And next time the homies call dawg you better pick up I hope you

I hope you ashamed of yourself

Why'd you have to change yourself on me

Cause what's a heaven made in hell

And don't you put the blame on me

Is this what you call therapy?

It don't feel therapeutic to me

Is this what you call therapy?

I hope it ain't too late until you see

I don't know you

It really hurts me that you say those things

After all we use to be one in the same, you know

Look

You really think I've lost my mind

I'm thinking clearly more than ever

I did this for the better, and you got this vendetta

And you got too much you-said-this and too much of you-promised-me's

You always dealt with problems with your fists and animosity

I mean you're still so angry at the world for what your dad did

When you got cousins barely making livings who don't have shit

Oh you think that you're the man now cause you made a little money?

You got a brother and sister in a third world country

And now I got me a girl, bless her heart she an angel

But she wouldn't have look twice

Had I chose to remain you

You got fans who adore you, there when shit goes wrong

And yet you haven't dropped a song in like 6 months long

And those friends you think they'd call if you you didn't pay for their shit?

Tell me where the fuck were they when you weren't making a cent?

So gotta I cut you off now, even if it kills me I had to kill you so that I could be the real me

Now I don't hate myself

I had to go and change myself on you

Cause what's the point staying in hell

I love the new me not the old you

This is called therapy

It feels therapeutic to me

This is called therapy

And one day you'll finally see

I don't know you