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letra de music therapy - gunna dee

[intro: gunna dee]
yeah
gunna!

[verse 1: gunna dee]
music’s my medication when i meditate (yeah)
celebrating that i’m still, here to celebrate
its hard giving love, when you’re living rough
its like you can never give enough for them to never hate (nah)
n-ggas ungrateful
give a n-gga a plate, n-ggas still hate seeing your plate full (yeah)
n-ggas are hateful, but when your pockets full them same n-ggas wanna stay cool
you can stay cool in the freezer (yeah)
got k!llers with no visa
n-ggas pray to jesus when they end up where my g’s are
little nerds wanna beef hood
cl1ck of the mac, leave your back looking see-through
i ain’t got no feelings, f-ck how that n-gga there feels (yeah)
i’ll have that n-gga holding slugs like bear grylls
in my hood there’s no smiles (nah)
no smiles cause of rare meals (yeah)
i’m in the hood, but the hood ain’t where my plans are (nah)
big plans where my fans are
i’ve seen p-ssy n-ggas dying over petty sh-t (yeah)
cause in my hood disrespect is like cancer
f-ck a diss song, we’ve got guns that p-ss long (yeah)
they’ll be p-ssed your gone, when you get p-ssed on
p-ssy n-ggas get p-ssed on
p-ss my n-ggas off the pistols, where they p-ss from

[chorus: gunna dee (skepta)]
smoking on that loud
music is my therapy (therapy)
smoking on that ahhh
sipping on that hennessy (hennessy)
smoking on that loud
music is my therapy (therapy)
yeah
smoking on that
yeah
sipping on that hennessy (yeah)

[verse 2: skepta]
we ain’t watching any police
me and all my n-ggas we get plenty of p’s (uh huh)
30 for the hennessy, 20 for the cheese
got the cigarette, the rizla man are ready to breeze (ayy)
on the motorway all them n-ggas play is skeppy and gunna (yeah)
another 100 grand and i’m ready for summer (s-xy)
i tell em’ jump in the pool if your watch is real
i could swim 100 lengths my sh-t would be working still (aha!)
i came in the game with the 8 ball, £400 and my tanita’s (ayy)
my line went dead, told myself i gotta get them features
now you turn on the radio, its my voice you hear in the speakers
i feel to go to my old school, and say suck your mum to all of the teachers (mental)
wait!, i think that’s weed on the phone let me grab my charger
told the weed when you talk to me, talk to me like you talk to the headmaster
but this weed just started schooling me and i was so obedient
i wish bob marley was alive, i just wanna share this experience

[chorus: gunna dee]
smoking on that loud
music is my therapy (therapy)
smoking on that ahhh
sipping on that hennessy (hennessy)
smoking on that loud
music is my therapy (therapy)
smoking on that
sipping on that hennessy (hennessy) x 5

- gunna dee

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