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mistah f.a.b. - thug therapy lyrics

[intro: two14]
thug therapy
(godd-mnit, dj d-higgs, you did it again)

[chorus: two14]
feel like you ain’t got n0body
and it seems like god’s asleep
anxiety is burnin’ deep, can barely breathe
therapy
we all, we all, we all, we all need therapy
thug therapy

[verse 1: mistah f.a.b.]
we all need a shoulder we can lean on
‘specially for them times that you weak but you seem strong
life get tough when the drink and the weed gone
and your reality a nightmare, so it’s hard to get your dream on
many nights i sat in darkness tryna find the light
demons playin’ with my mind and they’re hard to fight
still hear my mama’s voice, but she was nowhere in my sight
(stan, it’s gon’ be alright)
i hear you, mama, but it’s easier said than done
they just caught my lil’ brother, he was on the run
he a two-strike felon, they tryna plant him with a gun
i just pray that god’s favor in his favor when he in front of that judge
my daughter just turned ten, got me thinkin’ where the time went
me and her mama make her life great, it’s beyond lit
and this for anybody that really care for me
pray for me, we all need therapy

[chorus: two14]
feel like you ain’t got n0body
and it seems like god’s asleep
anxiety is burnin’ deep, can barely breathe
therapy
we all, we all, we all, we all need therapy
thug therapy

[verse 2: mistah f.a.b.]
men lie, women lie, numbers don’t lie
but numbers don’t always tell the truth to the eye
man, that’s true testimony, doc-mented from my past
he gave you 20, i gave you 20, but that 20 my last
huh, you ever pray to god and wonder if he even listenin’?
politickin’ and pet-tionin’
tryna stick to the dream but really don’t know what the mission is
confused like a muslim takin’ in shahada
gettin’ baptized durin’ his christening
never got to open gifts on christmas eve
’cause it was only three gifts under that christmas tree
we’ll get the rest when mama get her next check
leftover dinner from last week, this week we ate for breakfast
granny go to church, but the reverend ain’t all that friendly
every time we go to church, he point me out tryna offend me
and his congregation defend him, hypocrisy gettin’ trendy
actin’ like his soul clean when we know that his spirit dingy

[chorus: two14]
feel like you ain’t got n0body
and it seems like god’s asleep
anxiety is burnin’ deep, can barely breathe
therapy
we all, we all, we all, we all need therapy
thug therapy

[verse 3: mistah f.a.b.]
uh, all i wanted to do was just be free
but every time i turn around, they pointin’ a finger at me
i’m tired of bein’ the victim, i’m tired of bein’ at blame
i’m tired of coverin’ my pain, tired of livin’ in shame
thoughts of a person that’s just goin’ through the struggle
yeah, you just want the diamonds, but you don’t wanna hustle
hard to stay focused when the game shift
confidence destroyed, your own mama say you ain’t sh-t
and daddy never loved you, granny never hugged you
big brother showed you tough love, just f-cked up and bugged you
turned you to a thug who got chips on his shoulder
a lost little boy who’s strugglin’ gettin’ older
aggravated by oppression, turned to depression
wonder why he gettin’ high, ’cause he always stressin’
screamin’, “f-ck the world, don’t n0body care for me”
pray for him, we all need therapy

[chorus: two14]
feel like you ain’t got n0body
and it seems like god’s asleep
anxiety is burnin’ deep, can barely breathe
therapy
we all, we all, we all, we all need therapy

- mistah f a b lyrics

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