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letra de therapy dawg - plasthic slash & spion liape

[verse 1: plasthic slash]
seems like just yesterday, i was feeling a midwife’s niceness
now the balloon has gone up, full-blown midlife crisis
it’s like this, i used to hang with hood bimbos, few gringos
now, it’s a fact i hardly interact like neutrinos
phone addiction, stuck to this cell, need a jail break
since i went into my sh-ll, things been moving at a snails pace
with no fail safe, don’t wanna play the blame game like 50 cent
but life would be a block buster if some act a bit different
imagine bonding with people, anxiety attacks then hit you
i’ve tearing my hair out trying to fix thesе attachment issues
bouts of deprеssion left me with a mountain to climb
when anger wants to do a number on me, i’m counting to nine
atimes things that vex me affect how i move , it’s often bad
now i try to walk with a spring in my step when i’m hopping mad
my unbending will and a straight face used to rankle my brothers
but i’ve turned the corner now i see things from the angle of others

[hook: plasthic slash]
i’ve lost interest in making a profit
i make a song, i don’t care if you hate it or love it
depressive episode, what will it take to resolve it?
it’s kinda obvious, i need therapy dawg

[verse 2: plasthic slash]
wife rants, i grab my phone first and rapidly record her
exhibiting customs of borderline personality disorder
i don’t know if these symptoms will get shed or multiply
invariable fear of the unknown like i’m scared of algebra
the merry go round of work makes my head spin, guy
it’s like i’m climbing up the ladder so they can let me slide
seesawing ‘tween rich and broke, mostly my level stay down
lastly, mood swings confirm my mind’s the devil’s playground
hey now, only time i feel alive when my songs play
i don’t wanna live, don’t wanna die, i wanna be unmade
endless arguments ‘cause verbally, i and wifey love to brawl
how she never on my side of the fence drives me up the wall
chance of hypertension, processed foods are quadrupling it
still i f-ck with that, guilty pleasure like a conjugal visit
man united playing trash while the rest balling
wearing my love for them as a badge of honor has left me crestfallen

- plasthic slash spion liape

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