Bright Campa - Simpler Times lyrics

You really need some therapy
Real nigga need no therapy
Fuck you talkin' about?
Nah, nah, you sound stupid as fuck
Shit, everybody stupid
Yeah, well, you need to talk to somebody
Reach out to Eckhart

All these issues ball across my head
Told me, "Fuck a foul"
I'm teary-eyed, wanna throw my hands
Won't think out loud a foolish pride
If I lose again, won't go in the house
I stayed outside
Laughing with my friends
They don't know my life
All these issues made me learn losses
I don't take those well
Momma said, "That boy is
Exhausted, " he said
"Go fuck yourself"
If he give up now, that's gone cost him
Life's a bitch
You could be a bitch or step out the margin
I got up quick
I'm chargin' baskets and falling backwards
Trying to keep balance
Oh, this the part where
Mental stability meets talent
Oh, this the part
He breaks my humility just for practice
Tactics we learned together
Sore losers forever

Daddy issues!

Early mornin' wake-ups (Ah)
Practicin' on day-offs (Ah)
Tough love (Ah) , bottled up, no chaser (Ah)
Neat, no chaser (Ah) , neat, no chaser (Ah)
Neat, no chaser (Ah) , neat, no chase
Early mornin' wake-ups (Ah)
Practicin' on day-offs (Ah, day-offs)
Tough love (Ah) , bottled up, no chaser (Ah)
Neat, no chaser (Ah) , neat, no chaser (Ah)
Neat, no chaser (Ah) , neat, no chaser

I got these issues, that's on me
Looking for, "I love you
" rarely empathizin' for my relief
A child that grew accustomed
Jumping up when I scraped my knee
'Cause if I cried about it
He'd surely tell me not to be weak
Daddy issues, hid my emotions
Never expressed myself
Men should never show feelings
Being sensitive never helped
If he give up now, that's gone cost him
Life's a bitch
You could be a bitch or step out the margin
I got up quick
All these issues, fuck everybody
Go get your money
Son
Protect every world, trust nobody
Only your momma'n'em
This made relationships seem cloudy
Never attached to none
So if you took some likes around me
I might reject the love
All these issues kept me
Competitive, that's a fact
Nigga
I don't give a fuck what's the narrative
I am that nigga
When they got back together
I was slightly confused
Got some healing to do
Egotistic, zero-given fucks to be specific
Need assistance with the way I was brought up
What's the difference?
When your heart is made of stone
And your mind is made of gold
And your tongue is made of sword
But it may weaken your soul
My niggas ain't got no daddy
Grow up overcompensating
Learn shit about being a man and
Disguise it as being gangsta
I love my father for telling me
To take off the gloves
'Cause everything he didn't want
Was everything I was
And to my partners that figured
It out without a father
I salute you
May your blessings be neutral
To your toddlers
It's crucial
They can't stop us if we see the mistakes
Til then, let's give these girls a break
Grown men with daddy issues

Early mornin' wake-ups (Ah)
Practicin' on day-offs (Ah, day-offs)
Tough love (Ah) , bottled up, no chaser (Ah)
Neat, no chaser (Ah) , neat, no chaser (Ah)
Neat, no chaser (Ah) , neat, no chaser