"Therapy" lyrics
Yow dem yah crawsis people yah man
Mi nuh want yuh tell mi nutt'n a bomboclaat
Mek dem seh weh dem waah seh bout mi enuh
Yuhzi weh mah seh?
Cah dat nah guh mek a difference
Nuh matter if mi do or mi don't
Dem still aguh seh yuh hear dat
Mi fuck up inna mi brain mi need therapy
Evil mi a pray, father help mi
How mi feel like a terrorist
Mi deven trust nobody right now a shoulda ten a mi
Mi overdose inna pain, mi pen ink a bleed
Mah put di pieces to di puzzle G
Right now mi upset yuh fuck dawg a suh mi feel
Mi see dem try shatter mi hopes and dreams
'Cause when mi feel mad inna mi head
Tell everybody fi nuh beg
Nuff woulda want fi see mi dead
Mi keep mi gun close and watch mi enemy dem
Mi have mi fair share of fuck up friends
A nuff youth daddy dead and poverty a gi' dem hell
Mi thank God seh mi daddy wasn't one a dem
Too much sad story and mi nah pretend
Mi hear di psychologist a tell mi seh mi fi vent
It's been alot and mi fi start again
Working on myself
When this pain aguh end
When this pain gon' end
Hurting but I am blessed
Searching for happiness
When this pain gon' end
When this pain gon'
When di pain aguh end
Who feels it knows suh anything
Weh gwaan wi cyaa blame dem
Family a depend
Mi pour out mi heart fi mi kids, mi nah fail dem
Wi fight wid fire wid fire, bring di flame dem
Mi seh a prayer cause di most high haffi hear dis
Mi deyah a reason wid mi therapist (yeah)
A talk how mi feel and mi mean it aye
Mi fuck up inna mi brain mi need therapy
Evil mi a pray, father help mi
How mi feel like a terrorist
Mi deven trust nobody right now a shoulda ten a mi
Mi overdose inna pain, mi pen ink a bleed
Mah put di pieces to di puzzle G
Mi upset yuh fuck dawg a suh mi feel
Mi see dem try shatter mi hopes and dreams
Yow mi deyah mad inna mi head
Tell everybody fi nuh beg
Nuff woulda want fi see mi dead
Mi keep mi gun close and watch mi enemy dem
Mi have mi fair share of fuck up friends
A nuff youth daddy dead and poverty a gi' dem hell
Mi thank God seh mi daddy wasn't one a dem
Too much sad story and mi nah pretend
Mi hear di psychologist a tell mi seh mi fi vent
Yeh dawg
It's been alot and mi fi start again
Working on myself
Hurting but I am blessed
When this pain gon' end
When this pain gon' end
When this pain gon' end
Mi nuh want yuh tell mi nutt'n a bomboclaat
Mek dem seh weh dem waah seh bout mi enuh
Yuhzi weh mah seh?
Cah dat nah guh mek a difference
Nuh matter if mi do or mi don't
Dem still aguh seh yuh hear dat
Mi fuck up inna mi brain mi need therapy
Evil mi a pray, father help mi
How mi feel like a terrorist
Mi deven trust nobody right now a shoulda ten a mi
Mi overdose inna pain, mi pen ink a bleed
Mah put di pieces to di puzzle G
Right now mi upset yuh fuck dawg a suh mi feel
Mi see dem try shatter mi hopes and dreams
'Cause when mi feel mad inna mi head
Tell everybody fi nuh beg
Nuff woulda want fi see mi dead
Mi keep mi gun close and watch mi enemy dem
Mi have mi fair share of fuck up friends
A nuff youth daddy dead and poverty a gi' dem hell
Mi thank God seh mi daddy wasn't one a dem
Too much sad story and mi nah pretend
Mi hear di psychologist a tell mi seh mi fi vent
It's been alot and mi fi start again
Working on myself
When this pain aguh end
When this pain gon' end
Hurting but I am blessed
Searching for happiness
When this pain gon' end
When this pain gon'
When di pain aguh end
Who feels it knows suh anything
Weh gwaan wi cyaa blame dem
Family a depend
Mi pour out mi heart fi mi kids, mi nah fail dem
Wi fight wid fire wid fire, bring di flame dem
Mi seh a prayer cause di most high haffi hear dis
Mi deyah a reason wid mi therapist (yeah)
A talk how mi feel and mi mean it aye
Mi fuck up inna mi brain mi need therapy
Evil mi a pray, father help mi
How mi feel like a terrorist
Mi deven trust nobody right now a shoulda ten a mi
Mi overdose inna pain, mi pen ink a bleed
Mah put di pieces to di puzzle G
Mi upset yuh fuck dawg a suh mi feel
Mi see dem try shatter mi hopes and dreams
Yow mi deyah mad inna mi head
Tell everybody fi nuh beg
Nuff woulda want fi see mi dead
Mi keep mi gun close and watch mi enemy dem
Mi have mi fair share of fuck up friends
A nuff youth daddy dead and poverty a gi' dem hell
Mi thank God seh mi daddy wasn't one a dem
Too much sad story and mi nah pretend
Mi hear di psychologist a tell mi seh mi fi vent
Yeh dawg
It's been alot and mi fi start again
Working on myself
Hurting but I am blessed
When this pain gon' end
When this pain gon' end
When this pain gon' end
Writer(s): Matthew Akeba Smith, Writer Unknown
