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letra de therapy sessions - callmeoperator

[intro]
therapist: operator
now that i have a second alone with you, would you mind…?
would you be willing…
to let me delve in that brain of yours?
i just wanna understand how you’re feeling
operator: nah, doc, it’s chill
if you got a minute to listen, i’ll just tell you
here i go

[hook]
i thought that i was on a mission
but that b-tch ain’t ever gon listen
i was just happy to see her glisten
but somehow she ended up missin’
i only open up rarely
you couldn’t care for me carefully
you’d just rather lie and stare at me
i knew you weren’t the type to cherish me

[verse 1]
haters freeze, got enemies bend the knee
homies holdin’ me back, let it be
i feel numb in all of my extremities
why? because that b-tch needs therapy
thought about it, leave, i don’t want you to stay
all the sh-t you say bounce away like ricochet
i done worked hard for the praise
called the shots ran the plays
quarterback sneak for the game for the raise

[verse 2]
why every girl i’m involved with stir crazy
holding her stomach telling me “it’s your baby!”
b-tch back up as i hop in the mercedes
wanna be all over me since i turned wavy
so hot i burnt hades from h-ll return safely
you thought you knew the king
you don’t, now b-tch, i let my phone ring
i’m the poster boy for heartbreak
everyone wanna partake
but i been f-cked up since the start date
causing my mama so much heart ache
i’m not the type to ever break down (breakdown)
this world my playground (it’s lit)

[bridge]
i’m vibing off the vibrants
never hot in the climate
on fire, you all searchin’ for a hydrant
but i’m like aquaman as he rides in with his trident
no one got the mileage to keep pace with
spit fire spewing out the exhaust of the sp-ceship
all my enemies i keep a straight face with
get called out like a pitcher first base flip
livin’ life, sh-t happens, i just need something to chase it

[hook]
i thought that i was on a mission (mission)
but that b-tch ain’t ever gon listen (she ain’t gon listen)
i was just happy to see her glisten (see her glisten)
but somehow she ended up missin’ (missin’, missin’, missin’)
i only open up rarely (sh-t’s a rarity)
you couldn’t care for me carefully (carefully)
you’d just rather lie and stare at me (stare at me, what?)
i knew you weren’t the type to cherish me (cherish me now)

- callmeoperator

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