Low - Therapy lyrics

No father figures no pot to piss in
No father figures no one to mimic

No father figures no one to mimic
No rich family members no pot to piss in
Snap out of it and just take ur pick
It’s all up to u to go find ur lick
Born and raised in the jozi skreets
Young Louwkey hailing from the east
Got a whole village i gotta feed
My dawgs hungry they gotta eat
They gotta feast s’y i’m up
I don’t get to sleep
I’m from where peace ain’t none
But a chicken wing
No amount of money can silence
Me… can’t comfort me
Being out of pocket is in my genes
Young visionary like Master P
No limit to where i can take the beat
My work ethic on busy b
Street etiquette is on Eazy E
U never quite know what venom is
‘till u get snaked on by ur frenemies
I got trust issues i must admit
I’m hard to please and easy to miss