Gunna Dee - Music Therapy lyrics

[Intro: Gunna Dee] Yeah Gunna! [Verse 1: Gunna Dee] Music's my medication when I meditate (Yeah) Celebrating that I'm still, here to celebrate Its hard giving love, when you're living rough Its like you can never give enough for them to never hate (Nah) n***as ungrateful Give a n***a a plate, n***as still hate seeing your plate full (Yeah) n***as are hateful, but when your pockets full them same n***as wanna stay cool You can stay cool in the freezer (Yeah) Got k**ers with no visa n***as pray to jesus when they end up where my g's are Little nerds wanna beef hood Click of the mac, leave your back looking see-through I ain't got no feelings, f** how that n***a there feels (Yeah) I'll have that n***a holding slugs like Bear Grylls In my hood there's no smiles (Nah) No smiles cause of rare meals (Yeah) I'm in the hood, but the hood ain't where my plans are (Nah) Big plans where my fans are I've seen p**y n***as dying over petty sh** (Yeah) Cause in my hood disrespect is like cancer f** a diss song, we've got guns that piss long (Yeah) They'll be pissed your gone, when you get pissed on p**y n***as get pissed on Piss my n***as off the pistols, where they piss from [Chorus: Gunna Dee (Skepta)] Smoking on that loud Music is my therapy (Therapy) Smoking on that ahhh Sipping on that hennessy (Hennessy) Smoking on that loud Music is my therapy (Therapy) Yeah Smoking on that Yeah Sipping on that hennessy (Yeah) [Verse 2: Skepta] We ain't watching any police Me and all my n***as we get plenty of p's (Uh Huh) 30 for the hennessy, 20 for the cheese Got the cigarette, the rizla man are ready to breeze (Ayy) On the motorway all them n***as play is Skeppy and Gunna (Yeah) Another 100 grand and I'm ready for summer (Sexy) I tell em' jump in the pool if your watch is real I could swim 100 lengths my sh** would be working still (Aha!) I came in the game with the 8 ball, £400 and my tanita's (Ayy) My line went dead, told myself I gotta get them features Now you turn on the radio, its my voice you hear in the speakers I feel to go to my old school, and say s** your mum to all of the teachers (Mental) Wait!, I think that's weed on the phone let me grab my charger Told the weed when you talk to me, talk to me like you talk to the headmaster But this weed just started schooling me and I was so obedient I wish Bob Marley was alive, I just wanna share this experience [Chorus: Gunna Dee] Smoking on that loud Music is my therapy (Therapy) Smoking on that ahhh Sipping on that hennessy (Hennessy) Smoking on that loud Music is my therapy (Therapy) Smoking on that Sipping on that hennessy (Hennessy) x 5