Therapy

Lyrics

[Intro: Jo Jo] I've known Kells since I was like eleven We met in like sixth grade, you know what I mean? Kells held me down a lot, my cousin Mikey held me down a lot And that's really it, people fall off real quick when you're in here [Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly] Ayy, tell 'em I'ma need a minute Damn, my head's fucked up I be thinkin' jail whenever I hear 'em say they need a sentence I be in the booth zoned out They say they just need a couple lines And all the years on the road got me thinkin' blow Even though they just wanted some bars like jail time See, there I go Somebody take this drink from me I love my bitches all Please, God, don't let 'em take none of the pink from me And since you need a filler for the dead space Sorry, I had to get my head straight One of the homies back home caught a fair case And how I'm supposed to feel When I'm in Hollywood tryna get a couple mil' And I just got a call that my dog got killed And maybe it wouldn't have happened if I wouldn't have been out here, but Even still, even back when Dub had a job cuttin' steel Even back when we was on the block up the hill Off 131st, there was blood gettin' spilled I ain't reinvent the wheel, motherfucker This is how it is where I live, motherfucker Semis and the blue nose pit, motherfucker Just in case they run up in the crib, motherfucker Got kids, motherfucker, ayy Fuck you think you knew about me? Got a question? I don't even wanna talk to you, ask them They the ones that grew up 'round me Kept it one-hundred percent, same crew 'til the end, Kells [Interlude: Jo Jo] It's deeper than that, you know what I mean? In so many years and all the shit we been through That's definitely my brother I do for him, he do for me It was always like that, ain't shit change Same, same motherfuckers we grew up with, we still boys He never really been for the bullshit, he's one hundred [Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly] Ayy, I'ma need about an hour And a first class ticket, wait Make that a jet and a champagne shower Oh, I ain't rich yet Fuck it, I can make a dollar and a dream work I was on the cover of the XXL I ain't talkin' 'bout the big T-shirt Lace Up, I'm finna run circles 'round squares in these Nike Airs Finna go hard with my dogs that were right there Finna treat songs like a motherfuckin' pound And flip an empty house to a motherfuckin' crowd Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Yes, sir Everybody better pay respect this year I be in The Land with a steel texture I object in the waist just in case they test first Bitch, I'm from the Eastside, Eastside, watch First 48 I owe nobody, just know I rep-rep OH, get it? Fuck it if you don't, I'm just ventin' like I use to do With all these rappers I will never mention How stupid are you to think that I would give you my attention When you're nothin' but a peasant and I am a fuckin' legend Can you feel that? [Outro: Jo Jo] Like, once we got to our high school, they weren't teachin' shit So we would just go do whatever, get some money, whatever But we was always good at kickin' it though He would want to battle and shit, you know what I mean? Like he said he wanted to rap So we would push into random battles at school, you know what I mean? I just knew one of us would, would make it in something, you know what I mean? And I just felt that