Therapy

I'm the only reason that my therapist is rich Said I'm broke, fuckin' dead broke Can't even get a bitch What a joke, maybe I'm the joke Hmm, that ain't it Then I don't know, and if I did know, I still wouldn't give a shit Now, who the fuckin' fuck keeps fuckin' up? Me Zip and a double cup, cup filled with codeine I threw up on the bus, bus driver don't like me I guess that this means that I'm an asshole Passed out at your party off Bacardi, hardly lack though Take off with your shorty, bustin' molly in the bathroom Said that I was sorry, sorry that I blew her back too Rippin' off the condom, smack 'em up cause no one asked you Flicka, Flicka, we gon' fuck a bitch up Dogs rollin' out deep, whole fleet in the cut Aye nah, I ain't seen no thots I can trust Aye, get off my penis, bitch, what the fuck? (What the fuck?) All these birds on my dick again, I need a fishing net I hit two of 'em at once, I'm super stoned off fruity pebs She said, "Vallie, how you do that?" Same way you put on your pants I just shake it, shake it, shake it, I wake up and do my dance Yeah, I'm the only reason that my therapist need therapy I don't do these features 'cause these niggas don't compare to me Slept in, made a quarter mill', my bank look like it's ten to three And I don't get no sleep 'cause when it's late I gotta tend to fiends I'm smoking tender green blunts Watch out for your bitch 'cause she letting me fuck (oh my God) Who want smoke? I'll take like ten of these cunts I'm wearing Canada Goose, tell these niggas go duck