Therapy (Remix) from Kristian's EP by K.Oh!

Therapy (Remix)

(HOOK)
Listen I don’t wanna bore ya’…. This ain’t no head banger,
It’s therapy ‘cause my daughter moved to Georgia.
Flew from California… her mama acting so cold sometimes
She go’n probably get pneumonia

It’s funny, she used to love my dick lick my nuts…
But now she can’t stand me, I can tell she hates my guts
And that’s okay ‘cause honestly you ain’t a peach either, bitch…
(Truth be told some days I wish you drank a Bleach liter, bitch!)
And drop dead, be rid of you. Cracking like some shellfish
It would be, but that’s my daughter’s mother, man - that’s selfish.
She loves her, she needs her and I cannot stop that.
The best I can do’s let her have a mom (you got that?)
The best I can do’s show her that I love her too, man,
But she stay in Georgia with her mama and the new man;
Plus she don’t like the phone, never gets my letters,
When she does, doesn’t understand them, what am I to do, man…

(CHORUS)
(‘Cause if I wanna kick) just for her to fly alone to see me
I gotta pay a thousand dollar ticket.
(And if I wanna call her) might get a couple minutes of her time
I don’t get to see her grow or getting taller.
(But if I wanna know her) I gotta squeeze it out her
Replies be too short I need to push to get some mo-er. (more)
But this here’s personal, true shit no effects.
If you can’t vibe to it just go ‘head and hit next ‘cause…

(HOOK)
I don’t wanna bore ya’…. This ain’t no head banger,
It’s therapy ‘cause my daughter moved to Georgia
Flew from California… her mama acting so cold sometimes
She go’n probably get pneumonia…

But that’s my life… and I deal with it…
I guess you probably wonder if I miss her?
Psshhh, hell no! I’m cool, ice to me you couldn’t sell no.
That bitch made me see red like Elmo.
She drove me crazy - no ambition, no mission, no goals.
Didn’t cook or clean even - she was lazy!
While dreaming ‘bout dead presidents like Jay-Z
She just wants to party like a white chick? C’mon bitch…
Your name ain’t Stacy and we just had a fucking baby.
Fuck your friends! Finish school, focus on that maybe.
You might as well have been deaf so I left
And that’s when you found a niche, bitch - keep my daughter from me ‘cause now…

(CHORUS)
(If I wanna kick) just for her to fly alone to see me
I gotta pay a thousand dollar ticket.
(And if I wanna call her) might get a couple minutes of her time
I don’t get to see her grow or getting taller.
(But if I wanna know her) I gotta squeeze it out her
Replies be too short I need to push to get some mo-er. (more)
But this here’s personal, true shit no effects.
If you can’t vibe to it just go ‘head and hit next ‘cause…

(HOOK)
I don’t wanna bore ya’…. This ain’t no head banger,
It’s therapy ‘cause my daughter moved to Georgia
Flew from California… her mama acting so cold sometimes
She go’n probably get pneumonia…

I’m starting to feel my daughter doesn’t even love me really.
Conversations on the phone leave me feeling chilly
But it’s the distance making her act distant.
Hopefully when I see her we just click back in an instant.
I know I could’ve called more. Practiced being more persistent…
Kept you on the line longer if I stalled more
But that ain’t what I felt like doing after speaking
‘Cause you ain’t tryna talk to me, go ‘head enjoy the weekend.
I call you later. Just know I love you, don’t forget that
Some day you feel me in and I’ll ketchup (catch up) like a tomater (tomato)
I’ll be waiting. You know my digits…
Maybe as you grow taller conversations get longer
Not stay short like midgets… but we’ll see… but we’ll see…

[END]

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