"Therapy" lyrics

Well, hey stranger
It's been a while since I seen you in here
How's life?
It's seem we have much to discussed
Let's get to the bottom of this
Shall we?

My mind is scaring me
Maybe I need some therapy
Barely able to sleep every week and I'm sick and clarity
All of my fans cherish me
Hanging on but I barely doing the best that I can
Sorry, I am not a charity
How does that make you feel?
Well, it's hard to explain it
Cuz no one really told me what it's like to be famous
If I release an album and they seem to embrace it
But if I making happy music, they trying tell me that they're changing?
Doesn't that make you mad?
Yeah, it's making me crazy
My medication isn't working
I'm raising my fist daily
Constantly I'm panicking
Praying it doesn't phase me
I'm screaming out for help
Will anyone come and save me?
Have you tried to meditation?
I tried it, it doesn't work
I'm impatient and I hate it
I'm anxious, I'm high alert
Haters in the comments have been getting on my nerves
It's a prison that I live in
I don't even know my worth
I think we should help you ghost
I'm hoping that does the trick
Cuz all of this social media is really making me sick
They tried to fake a smile for a while but I'm pissed
Cuz no one truly happy posing on the internet

I think there is something wrong
All of my thoughts are broken
I tried to run from the truth
Confused, it's no use when the doors are closing
Did I do something wrong?
Cuz I never felt so hopeless
I tried to run from the truth
I'm scared I might lose with my feelings open

(Hey Nate, it's been awhile, how've you been?)
I've been good I guess
Dealing with problems again
Jotting my thoughts with a pen
Talk in the dark with my friends
(Hmm what do they say?)
Well, honestly doc it depends
On if I'm going through a lot in my life
I know I've got problems alright
Just listen to songs that I write
Riches from thoughts in my mind
I'm vicious like dogs in their prime
Ribs are ripped off of their spines
Switching the topic is fine
As long as you stop and remind yourself to get back on topic
My minds like an attic, it's haunted
When I get dramatic, I pause it
I'm not even mad I'm exhausted
I'm fucking damaged, psychotic
(You need more help)
Nah I can manage, I got it
Pull out a bag of my chronic

And smoke it until I feel out of it
I know I'll make it, no I never doubted it
All the mistakes on my plate I devoured it
Took a few grand from the bank and I counted it
Bitch, I'm authentic, no I'm not a counterfeit
I've done a lot of shit but I ain't proud of it
Look at your circle and who you're surrounded with
I know it hurts, you've gotta get out of it

(Nathan can you hold it together?)

I don't think so
I think I'll take the medication
You gotta drink a though
Gotta call from Nico
Told me he's gotta single
He needs me on
Let's blow this shit up just like my ego

I think there is something wrong
All of my thoughts are broken
I tried to run from the truth
Confused, it's no use when the doors are closing
Did I do something wrong?
Cuz I never felt so hopeless
I tried to run from the truth
I'm scared I might lose with my feelings open

I think we made a lot of progress today
Wouldn't you agree?
What do you say same time next week?
Will you be paying cash or credit?
Great