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Intro (Therapy)
Hip-Hop/Rap
Intro (Therapy) was released on September 12, 2025 by STB Entertainment as a part of the album Ptsd
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AlbumPtsd
Release DateSeptember 12, 2025
LabelSTB Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM87

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyjon Bradford
Tyjon Bradford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
flowers in narnia
flowers in narnia
Producer

Lyrics

I’m sorry Ms Bradford I killed your son, without a gun
Ain’t know this version of man is what he’d become, he don’t run
On a track or no field, just making tracks running fields
He bottle up what he feels, his closest homies been killed
Still try to go off to college, but he need dollars not knowledge
He got real close to step father, that **** bounced like hydraulics
The army files some chargers, by that time he was polished enough
To get behind horse, do the race he ain’t Amish
But then he made his own family, lost em cause he ain’t honest
And it be hard to explain it, it’s like he try then he stop it
Made up of various elements, he defined as composite
I know it’s things he would change, but he can’t go back and rewind it
That shit be killed em, at one point he did a lot of drugs, thought they was healing em
Dirty guns around and he concealing em
He used to want his dad, that **** thought that he was billin’ em
And that shit fucked him up, cause all he wanted was to chill with em
And that shit hurt his soul, yeah that shit made him cold
How your trauma from your childhood, gonna follow til you old?
He get up and hit the road, yeah, he gonna bring his pole
Never seeking out no help, you know, he feel he in control
But he’s back peddling, PTSD hitting and he stopped taking his medicine
He think he hides it well, but that shit evident
People on his back and on his body, like theh measurements
Tried to take his life one time and failed, guess he’s a testament
But he still walk around, and show a smile but he don’t feel like that
Ask that **** how, and he’ll just tell you that he’s built like that
Move like he don’t care and people tell em you get killed like that
His brother just got killed, he don’t know how heart supposed to heal like that
Hook
I go sit in therapy, apparently,
 if I don’t bury them, then they gon bury me the thought of death ain’t scaring me
I gon sit in therapy, apparently,
I’m never gonna heal without that clarity, the shit i smoke impairing me
I go sit in therapy, apparently,
repeat myself again but they ain’t hearing me, I’m strapped I got my pair with me
I go sit in therapy, apparently,
the people that I love try and steer clear of me, there’s never been no fear in me
Written by: Tyjon Bradford
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