Russ, Logic - Therapy Music lyrics

Yeah

My anxiety was takin' over (Yeah)
Remove the devil and my faith gon'
Feel it slide like it's Amendola
(Come on)
I finally made it to the field of my dreams
And I let ghost play around in
My head like I'm Ray Liotta
(Damn)
A Yankee owner, I got stripes in this game
Hot headed but got ice my veins
Arrivin' by plane
G4 to be exact, rewards and beats and raps
Three whores before forty-three
More are bein' cracked
(Facts)
That was the life that I was leadin'
Back before I went to therapy
And we unpacked
I wasn't really needin' that
I was needin' validation, which
I agree is whack
Mad at my therapist like, "Bitch
I agree with that"
(Haha)
Here's the kicker though, my therapist is me
(Facts)
Complainin' 'bout my problems
How American of me?
There's a scarcity of free thinkers (Yeah)
It's all group thoughts (Sheep)
That's what they think (Yeah)
That's not what you thought (Psst)
Before you saw the popular vote
You scared that the world'll leave you
If you rockin' the boat
So you don't (Pussy)
All aboard, now you safe in here but you
Don't even recognize your own face in here
Fuck it
(Fuck it)
Independent with a major budget (Uh, huh)
You ain't mad at me, you
Mad your lady love it
We should change the subject
(Uh, huh)
I sway the public like I'm
Rappin' on the radio
Long hair and lookin' like I'm supposed
To be on Game of Thrones
HBO
But every time I talk
It makes the news like The Daily Show
I'm wavy so, of course you wanna cruise
I call it Katie Holmes
All my dreams are comin' true
That's somethin' I innately know
Labels feedin' artists soul diets like paleo
Meanwhile I'm feedin' myself
Had a nightmare last night that I
Was sleep with myself, yeah
Yeah
Oh God

I keep my ego in check
Just me and this instrumental pumpin'
Through this cassette deck
Money don't represent my rank
Yeah, Logic rose from jack but
Even the Titanic sank
I seen cats with egos bigger
Than cruise ships lose it
Gain power and abuse it
Same to take my kindness for
Weakness and confuse it
Same type don't know I stay with a
Gat and know how to use it
Used to be addicted to likes by the
Likes of people I ain't even liked
Anxiety, readin' comments ain't have
Me readin' right
Trapped in the Matrix, Black Neo
Back to the basics
Now everything I do is off the grid
They just can' trace it
Face it, I used to love rap, now
All I love is my family
Fuck the fake shit
Only engulfed in darkness
Can you see the light like common sense?
But to my defense
That way of thinkin' past tense
Life's a bitch and shit can get
Screwed like when you campin'
That's fuckin' in tents
On tour the fans screamin'
The West like cravin'
You know I deal with shit that'll make
The average man's chest cave in
On the scene daily, this just in
Word to Hailey
I write about the world around
Me like a journalist
It's funny how people that don't listen
To me concerned with this
It's 'cause they have to be
These motherfuckers weaker than
Muscle atrophy
This life feels like a simulation, man
It has to be
Walked through the world
The whole shit is just one giant catastrophe
Speak on mental health, the
People laughed at me
That's why I tapped out
Retired 'cause I felt rapped out
Feel like people more connected with shit
That's not what rap's about
So I mapped out
Just me and my fam, I don't give a damn
Livin' day to day
Just like the normal man I am
Bringin' it back to the reason I
Began it from the start
Spillin' syllables at will at the open mic
After dark
Hangin' with cats that stay with the
Iron like they Tony Stark
We recognize when the phonies talk, why?
Real G's fly in silence like gnats, G7 raps
Retired now I'm back, I relapsed
We bringin' that heat back
Like July, that real shit, no two-ply
Bitches I've been plottin' and plannin'
Fuck whatever they been demandin'
I grab the cannon, and ran
In the lyrical phantom
Jumpin' out the plane tandem
Flow so effortless it seems like
It happens at random
My greed expand bigger, I Bruce Banner 'em
I hit you with the buckshot
Then the Chapelle slug
Hustle music like some of my
Brothers still hustle drugs
I'm the unsung, did it for
Money, made the money
Now I do it for fun
Music will forever be a part of me
I do this from the heart
From the circumflex artery
My bank account is seven digit's
Like I won the lottery
But that don't navigate the way I
Shape the game like pottery
So hold up, grab the gat, reload
The Rattpack be my soldiers
Yeah, I'm older but I be wiser
Fucking around, now open your eyes up
Now these haters claim I fell from
Grace a couple years back
Still at the top, where I been at
Eight miles from the surface of Earth
Feelin' infinite
Don't gotta get into that
Who's the illest on a track? Rewind
It now and listen back
Wanna know who the best is?
I give you forty-four guesses
It doesn't matter and it never
Did, it never does
It never will
That's why I retired
It's impossible to fulfill
Just a hamster wheel
Full of cats that never sit still
On it, for real (Woo, crazy)