Baby Paul - Therapy lyrics

[Intro: Ruck] *snoring* Bring in the next patient (the patient is sleeping) Bring in his chart (the Doctor will see you now) How you doin, let's see what we have here My name is Dr. k**patient And I'm your psychosssssigmathetamasochistic [Verse One: Rock] All I, seem to, think about is violence It doesn't matter if I'm dead sober or I'm bent It's strange, I'm not insane or at least I don't think so Or am I? You think so Doc, truthfully I don't know So what do I do I go to my crew and ask for help But they ain't no help, they go through the same sh** they damn self So I look deep into the mind of a crook Then out of nowhere I envision two right hooks Aww damn, again goes this sh** I Can't get out of this cycle, dish one got me whipped From the thought of a brain bashing, Doctor stop me Before I blow my motherf**in top G [Verse Two: Ruck and (Rock)] See that leather sofa over there? (Yeah) Sit back with this six-pack and a spliff That have your mind twisted while we chit-chat (I like that) I think that, we should start with the session (Uh-huh) But before we begin let me ask you a few questions (Uh-huh) Have you been touched the wrong way? (Nah) Involved in gun play (Yeah) The town let me guess acquited like you was O.J. (How'd you know?) Typical black life you jack knifes under a sea biscuit Get specific and stop f**in around wit that crack rock (Yo I don't smoke doze) Yes you do Duke I can tell Cuz you actin funny, like when blacks get money (Bummy Jab only married to Jawana And instead of helping you're getting me heated like a sauna) Just trying to get into your head Pardon the way I treat you Tell me bout your scar, did your momma beat you (Nah man) f** the mystery Duke tell me your history You're pissin me off Plus the time keep on slippin' see [Hook: Vinia Mojica] I need a doctor to give me some therapy I need a doctor to check my, my brain [Verse Three: Rock and (Ruck)] As I think back, to the nineties That's when life got extra grimy Multiplied with a fleet behind me Wasn't smart to try me, physical fam gave less than a Which added on to eighties anger tearing through my inner (Now we're gettin somewhere, yah) It's all becoming clear I always feared I have to play the rear til I was outta here That's when I flipped out and became a plane That transform into a robot Rokk Da Kids was his name (One of them Decep n***as) Yup takin dope clothes and then some I bend some (did you have any legal source of income?) I said farewell to welfare crazy long ago They want you to work for them peanuts now Man you need a shrink if you think I'mma go (huh) Then any thoughts and hopes of rehabilitation Were chilled when I lost my n***a Phil it's been downhill Ever since, and ain't nobody helpin me So I came to you, the Doctor k**patients for therapy [Hook: Vinia Mojica] I need a doctor to give me some therapy I need a doctor to check my, my brain [Verse Three: Ruck] Bust the prognosis, better yet Duke have a dosage Of prescribed poetry that people perceive as potent I've been goin through your file and I found a conclusion That you destined to be the best in this world of confusion You lose when you fall victim to evil ways I know crime pays but the rhyme slays nowadays Take two of these and if you have a problem at all I'm on call twenty-four hours to brawl, word is bond [Hook: Vinia Mojica] I need a doctor to give me some therapy I need a doctor to check my, my brain [Ruck] This is my number, yaknowhatI'msayin 4-9-5-Nevermind-Nevermind [Hook: Vinia Mojica] I need a doctor to give me some therapy I need a doctor to check my, my brain [Ruck] But you that undisputed, and now you theraputic Bootcampian champion [Hook: Vinia Mojica] I need a doctor to give me some therapy I need a doctor to check my, my brain [Ruck] The undisputed, with theraputic Bootcampian champion, R-O-C, therapy [Hook: *until fades*] I need a doctor to give me some therapy I need a doctor to check my, my brain