LORDQUAN - 1.Therapy Sessions lyrics

(Intro) Can I take this moment to say what's on my mind? (Conscious) Well Mugz, that's why I'm here. I'm your therapist (Verse 1) (Conscious) so what you thinking ? Well lately i dwell on the feeling of not feeling enough I feel like K.Dot this industry calling my bluff (Conscious) I understand Mugz, but you gotta be patient f** that. You know how long that I been waiting? I feel like I made a reservation in the next generation I'm on the edge of desperation, angry enough to spraying
Bullets from the semi auto (Conscious) you could try meditating also f** that. I'm way past that
I think of grabbing life's torso And slowly f**ing it
While its pants are down low, like a p**no
(Conscious) please, keep G rated All I do is keep it G, why you hate it? (Conscious) hate Is a strong word Just like flipping a bird in a verb
Or spitting the curb What I mean is I speak the streets From empty baggies to the concrete To the sh** underneath my feet Round here you sell, dodge D's,spit to beats or become an athlete Would you believe me if I said I did all three? And the only reason I'm rapping is cause trapping wasn't enough And I lost my pa**ion for ball When I realized chances were small Like a midget in the land of the Giants I'm a good kid in the land of the tyrants The hood is just dirt on top of the diamonds And yes baby, I'm a dog and I piss on hydrants (Conscious) what exactly does that have to do with the topic at hand? Basically to show I'm like no other man I break the rules and show fools the real truth I feel like the president at the podium But really I'm in the booth Either that or I'm talking to you My conscious (Conscious) how's the view from the top? I don't know yet, but I'm sure that it's hot And if pac is on an island tell him save me a spot (Hook) Therapy sessions Late night confessions Beat possessions Inside of each session
I talk to my conscious In my subconscious I got the island Like Kendrick got Compton (Verse 2) For too long we were forgotten (Conscious) Mugz why you so rotten? Cause I been picking cotton (Conscious) really? No but working a 9 to 5 is like Working like a slave just for minimum wage So allow me to set the stage And draw back the curtains Allow me to show you the burdens Weighing on a person When success ain't certain And you stuck in an urban Lifestyle, meanwhile You see others living the lifestyle That you always longed for Tired of coming up short And feeling like less and less And feeling stressed more (Hook) Therapy sessions Late night confessions Beat possessions Inside of each session I talk to my conscious In my subconscious I got the island Like Kendrick got Compton For too long we were forgotten (X2)