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Therapy Pt. 2 (Supreme Edition Bonus Track)

Therapy Pt. 2 (Supreme Edition Bonus Track)

(album: Black Radio III - 2022)

Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Um, well
Yeah

You will find that we not very different, no, you and I
Although I usually, usually find a way out
Feeling like I'm in the skies, my hands could separate clouds
My bitch go get me take-out
They used to hate, they love me, and they used to love, they hate now
The world I rearrange, I turned it to a bloody playground
This to the homies, staying down through anything
A cheers to baby girl, who I would've copped a wedding ring
See, money isn't everything, but it helps
We walk around with pride in our eyes to the skies, the lies that we tell
Picking up a seashell, listen to the ocean
Do the whole thing all me-self, I'm living in the moment
Picking up all of the ashes, I'm burning the house down
Running from my life, I probably ran a thousand miles now
Had powwows with millionaires, a foul child and a style wild
That you found out that I'm killing there
Tell me how you feeling, how's it feel?

How's it feel? (Yeah, said how's it feel?)
How's it feel? (Can you tell me how's it feel?)
How's it feel? (To be around something real)
How's it feel? (Yeah, yeah, said how's it feel?)
How's it feel? Yeah, tell me how's it feel?
How's it feel? So can you tell me how's it feel?
How's it feel? (To be around something real)
How's it feel?

They yelling, "Danger, danger," when I hopped out of the manger
With a two-way pager, calling all the homies, screaming, "Savior"
This world could not be stranger, you could beat the odd behavior
Give a inch, they take a mile, take a mile, I'll take a acre
I'm a, alien communicator, fucking up the human nature
Projectile vomit on a song, the fluid nasty, uh
I just got the iPhone 6, it looks like Steve Jobs done ran out of tricks
Yeah, I come through stunting on 'em, in the park, bunting on 'em
Somebody should pump you up, you best get Joe Budden on 'em
New couch, I'm fucking on it, after that, don't fucking want it
Bitch, I'm fucking awesome, come again? I said I'm fucking awesome
Press the pedal, wah-wah, hell nah, aw, nah
All I want is Lana and some head from Madonna
I gots to separate the weak from the obso-lete
Real life, this is not a dream
I'm a problem, just took a jet from Nicaragua
Copped me a vacation spot that came with an iguana, uh
The hot lava, sonta, a world with no ceiling
Come again, tell me how you feeling, how's it feel?

How's it feel? (Said how's it feel?)
How's it feel? (Said how's it feel?)
How's it feel? (To be around something real)
How's it feel? (So can you tell me how's it feel?)
How's it feel? (Said how's it feel?)
How's it feel? (Said how's it feel?)
How's it feel? (Can you tell me how's it feel?)
How's it feel? (Yeah)

Doo, doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, dun-dun
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Haha, yeah
Mac Miller and Robert Glasper
You know what it is, you know what it is

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