Lyrics to Therapy
Don't get close to me
Unapproachable
Run through bitches
Disposables
Shut up bitch
Gettin' emotional
Don't have time for crying
Get the fuck up
And walk out through the open door
Met that bitch out in buffalo
Throwin' up outside the liquor store
Couple racks
Got me spazzin'
In the backseat
And we crashin'
Teeth yellow like my daddy's
Green monsters in the cabinet
Please hold your tongue it's stabbin'
Freeze pull the gun arrested over fashion
In the alley
With the acrobatics blasted
Purse last person to hear us laughin'
Ended it in a hurse
First curse ya gunshot missing whizzin' but that shit still hurt
Bullets grazin'
Squeezin' lazy
Then in Sunday sit in church
Monday blazin'
Tuesday chasin'
Papers burnin' up in first period
Lemonheads on my tongue
Is lemon scent
Freshen the air cause gun powder
Has always seemed to leave a stench
Minute men
Get the man
Then we dip the Taliban
A tired man
Has always left a mark
On others with his hands
Therapy, the missing link
Is what you fucking need
Therapy, the missing link
Is what you fucking need
Therapy
The missing link
Is what you fuckin' need
The tires squeak
On new garage floors
And a brand new sink
Hanging from my earlobe
Gunshots through the window
Inhaling glass
Sit in the front seat
Rotate and we puff and pass
A smart ass kid
Who always passed by
Skipping every class
Always taught to never be in first
But never finish last
Big in the crowd to stand out when you need to
Then you'll get a bag
But don't be afraid to jump off roofs
And landin' in a brand new Jag
Unapproachable
Run through bitches
Disposables
Shut up bitch
Gettin' emotional
Don't have time for crying
Get the fuck up
And walk out through the open door
Met that bitch out in buffalo
Throwin' up outside the liquor store
Couple racks
Got me spazzin'
In the backseat
And we crashin'
Teeth yellow like my daddy's
Green monsters in the cabinet
Please hold your tongue it's stabbin'
Freeze pull the gun arrested over fashion
In the alley
With the acrobatics blasted
Purse last person to hear us laughin'
Ended it in a hurse
First curse ya gunshot missing whizzin' but that shit still hurt
Bullets grazin'
Squeezin' lazy
Then in Sunday sit in church
Monday blazin'
Tuesday chasin'
Papers burnin' up in first period
Lemonheads on my tongue
Is lemon scent
Freshen the air cause gun powder
Has always seemed to leave a stench
Minute men
Get the man
Then we dip the Taliban
A tired man
Has always left a mark
On others with his hands
Therapy, the missing link
Is what you fucking need
Therapy, the missing link
Is what you fucking need
Therapy
The missing link
Is what you fuckin' need
The tires squeak
On new garage floors
And a brand new sink
Hanging from my earlobe
Gunshots through the window
Inhaling glass
Sit in the front seat
Rotate and we puff and pass
A smart ass kid
Who always passed by
Skipping every class
Always taught to never be in first
But never finish last
Big in the crowd to stand out when you need to
Then you'll get a bag
But don't be afraid to jump off roofs
And landin' in a brand new Jag