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Therapy

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Therapy was released on December 5, 2025 by Blue Feathers Records Inc. as a part of the album Press Machine II

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Quinton Gardner

Quinton Gardner

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Quinton Gardner

Quinton Gardner

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Baby Mane

Producer

Paul Thum

Producer

Ahmed Alaa

Producer

Seren Jacob

Mixing Engineer

Mike Tucci

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

He keep on seeing bodies need a therapist

A 100 for the hat and he aint sharing it

I lost a couple **** its embarrassing

But we gonn blow up his block up like a terrosrist

See the villa in Dubai look like a pyramid

Peanut butter FN it match perfect like a pair of Ricks

If they dont get the message we gonn bury em

He snake all his friends now i wonder who gonn carry him

They feel death around the corner

Yeah when we slide

I was trappin by myself i needed me time

All the robberies he took it to the east side

Caught up in the free ride Now he aint got no free time

Still screaming free mine

Free 47 number 30 tell them free 9

See i was stuffin racks in my Levi's

Young dope boy with more game than a PI

Crodie in the game he playing dirty like he Draymond

Human torch bae im known to get my flame on

**** gotta die but its still Long Live Jason

Audemars bezel like a crayon

Dont know what they doin but they not on what we on

I dont bully **** i just bullet proofed the yukon

All i did was dap him up i was never pressing N3on

Cuz ik the difference between civilians

This presidential Rolex that i got on this aint no Citizen

Got a jacket from tommy when i was shivering

Canada Goose fur they'll tell you i made millions

He keep on seeing bodies need a therapist

A 100 for the hat and he aint sharing it

I lost a couple **** its embarrassing

But we gonn blow up his block up like a terrosrist

See the villa in Dubai look like a pyramid

Peanut butter FN it match perfect like a pair of ricks

If they dont get the message we gonn bury em

He snake all his friends now i wonder who gonn carry him

They feel death around the corner

Yeah when we slide

I was trappin by myself i needed me time

All the robberies he took it to the east side

Caught up in the free ride Now he aint got no free time

Still screaming free mine

Free 47 number 30 tell them free 9

See i was stuffin racks in my Levi's

Young dope boy with more game than a PI

Written by: Quinn Gardener-Kane, Quinton Gardner

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