Letra de Therapy Music - Logic

(Feat. Russ)

Yeah

My anxiety was takin' over (Yeah)

Remove the devil and my faith gon' fill its slot like it's Amendola (Come on)

I finally made it to the field of my dreams

And I let ghosts play around in my head like I'm Ray Liotta (Man)

A Yankee owner, I got stripes in this game

Hot-headed but got ice my veins, arrivin' by plane

G4 to be exact, rewards and beats and raps

Three whores before forty-three, more are bein' cracked (Facts)

That was the life that I was leadin' back before I went to therapy

And we unpacked, I wasn't really needin' that

I was needin' validation, which, I agree is wack

Mad at my therapist like, "Bitch, I agree with that" (Haha)

Here's the kicker though, my therapist is me (Facts)

Complainin' 'bout my problems, how American of me

There's a scarcity of free thinkers (Yeah), it's all group thoughts (Sheep)

That's what they think (Yeah), that's not what you thought (Psst)

Before you saw the popular vote

You scared that the world'll leave you if you rockin' the boat

So you don't (Pussy), all aboard, now you safe in here

But you don't even recognize your own face in here, fuck it (Fuck it)

Independent with a major budget (Uh-huh)

You ain't mad at me, you mad your lady love it, we should change the subject (Uh-huh)

I sway the public like I'm rappin' on the radio

Long hair and lookin' like I'm s'posed to be on Game of Thrones, HBO

But every time I talk, it makes the news like The Daily Show

I'm wavy so, of course, you wanna cruise, I call it Katie Holmes

All my dreams are comin' true, that's somethin' I innately know

Labels feedin' artists soul diets like paleo

Meanwhile, I'm feedin' myself

I had a nightmare last night that I was sleepin' myself, yeah, yeah

Oh God

I keep my ego in check, just me and this instrumental pumpin' through this cassette deck

Money don't represent my rank

Yeah, Logic rose from jack but even the Titanic sank

I seen cats with egos bigger than cruise ships lose it

Gain power and abuse it

Same to take my kindness for weakness and confuse it

Same type don't know I stay with a gat and know how to use it

Used to be addicted to likes by the likes of people I ain't even liked

Anxiety, readin' comments ain't have me readin' right

Trapped in the Matrix, Black Neo, back to the basics

Now everything I do is off the grid, they just can't trace it

Face it, I used to love rap, now all I love is my family, fuck the fake shit

Only engulfed in darkness, can you see the light like common sense?

But to my defense, that way of thinkin' past tense

Life's a bitch and shit can get screwed like when you campin', that's fuckin' intense

On tour the fans screamin' the West like cravin'

You know I deal with shit that'll make the average man's chest cave in

On the scene daily, this just in, word to Hailey

I write about the world around me like a journalist

It's funny how people that don't listen to me concerned with this

It's 'cause they have to be, these motherfuckers weaker than muscle atrophy

This life feels like a simulation, man, it has to be

Walked through the world, the whole shit is just one giant catastrophe

Speak on mental health, the people laughed at me, that's why I tapped out

Retired 'cause I felt rapped out

Feel like people more connected with shit that's not what rap's about, so I mapped out

Just me and my fam, I don't give a damn

Livin' day to day, just like the normal man I am

Bringin' it back to the reason I began it from the start

Spittin' syllables at will at the open mic, after dark

Hangin' with cats that stay with the iron like they Tony Stark

We recognize when the phonies talk, why?

Real G's fly in silence like gnats, G7 raps

Retired now I'm back, I relapsed, we bringin' that heat back

Like July, that real shit, no two-ply

Bitches I've been plottin' and plannin', fuck whatever they been demandin'

I grab the cannon, and ran in the lyrical phantom, jumpin' out the plane tandem

Flow so effortless it seems like it happens at random

My green expand bigger, I Bruce Banner 'em

I hit you with the buckshot then the Chappelle slug

Hustle music like some of my brothers still hustle drugs

I'm the unsung, did it for money, made the money, now I do it for fun

Music will forever be a part of me

I do this from the heart, from the circumflex artery

My bank account is seven digits like I won the lottery

But that don't navigate the way I shape the game like pottery

So hold up, grab the gat, reload, the Rattpack be my soldiers

Yeah, I'm older but I be wiser

Fucking around, and now open your eyes up

Now these haters claim I fell from grace a couple years back

Still at the top, where I been at

Eight miles from the surface of Earth, feelin' infinite

Don't gotta get into that

Who's the illest on a track? Rewind it now and listen back

Wanna know who the best is? I give you forty-four guesses

It doesn't matter and it never did, it never does, it never will

That's why I retired, it's impossible to fulfill

Just a hamster wheel, full of cats that never sit still

On it, for real (Woo, crazy!)

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