Q Strange - Microphone Therapy lyrics
[Q Strange - Microphone Therapy lyrics]
I'm a scumbag, an arrogant
All-American slum trash
Dumbass, kinda motherfucker you don't run at
Where the gun at? I put it right to my
Head until I find a pen
And then I start writin' instead
A fight in my head between
Me and the devil himself and I ain't lyin'
I don't even try and get any help
I'm messy as hell
People say I'm lettin' myself go to shit
But I say, keep wreckin' my health
Drown my sorrows in a bottle, yeah
I'm takin' that route
Instead of takin' all my issues
And just straightenin' 'em out
Now we all have our vices
And abuse 'em to death had an outlet
But I'm downed even if the music is left
Because I gave up on a dream
I had of bein' a star
Ain't no more spittin' balls
Now I'm sittin' at bars
No one listens no more 'cause
I'm not very liked
Get in the booth and spit my
Life into this here mic, ah
This microphone I'm recitin' on knows my pain
Hear it in my soul when I rap
I shatter it and smash it
All over the microphone
Bleed it out all over the track
Mind is racin' and I'm reachin'
For the paper and pen
My greatest of friends
Here they are to save me again
Put the thoughts into words faster
Than I can write
I know hook for the verses at
The end of the night
Next step is lab sessions when
I step to the mic
Studio time is cheaper than
A therapist's price
Beats pound in the sound
My psychiatrist's couch
Lay it down and I shout
Till I'm dryin' them out!
Rhymin' about real things and wastin' my mind
Fuck feelings, emotions is a waste of my time
This microphone I'm recitin' on knows my pain
Like the paper that I'm writin' on
It won't ever change it flows in my veins
Hear it in my soul when I rap
Cut my wrists and I bleed it
Out all over the track
Got a bottle of emotions that
I'm not about to open
Till I shatter it and smash
It all over this microphone
This microphone I'm recitin' on knows my pain
Hear it in my soul when I rap
I shatter it and smash it
All over the microphone
Bleed it out all over the track
This mic always listens to
My innermost thoughts
When I'm bitter and lost and pissed
Off and did it all wrong
And spit in a song, watch it all wash away
Just let it go, wanna flow with it for today!
But the therapy that's helping me
Is here in the booth
When I play back the track
Then I'm hearin' the truth
But the truth hurts worse when it
Comes from your own voice but no choice
The melody is made from the old noise
It's therapeutic when my head'll take
This stress and use it
As I'm ventin' my aggression lettin'
Me do better music
When I'm losin' everything that I have
I sync to the track and every single time
It's always bringin' me back
And I can blaze a new trail
But it's a lonely height the poems we write
Expressions of my soul and I
Don't want nobody to console me or
Just to hold me tight
The mic knows that I ain't rappin' here
I'm spittin' my life
This microphone I'm recitin' on knows my pain
Hear it in my soul when I rap
I shatter it and smash it
All over the microphone
Bleed it out all over the track
All-American slum trash
Dumbass, kinda motherfucker you don't run at
Where the gun at? I put it right to my
Head until I find a pen
And then I start writin' instead
A fight in my head between
Me and the devil himself and I ain't lyin'
I don't even try and get any help
I'm messy as hell
People say I'm lettin' myself go to shit
But I say, keep wreckin' my health
Drown my sorrows in a bottle, yeah
I'm takin' that route
Instead of takin' all my issues
And just straightenin' 'em out
Now we all have our vices
And abuse 'em to death had an outlet
But I'm downed even if the music is left
Because I gave up on a dream
I had of bein' a star
Ain't no more spittin' balls
Now I'm sittin' at bars
No one listens no more 'cause
I'm not very liked
Get in the booth and spit my
Life into this here mic, ah
This microphone I'm recitin' on knows my pain
Hear it in my soul when I rap
I shatter it and smash it
All over the microphone
Bleed it out all over the track
Mind is racin' and I'm reachin'
For the paper and pen
My greatest of friends
Here they are to save me again
Put the thoughts into words faster
Than I can write
I know hook for the verses at
The end of the night
Next step is lab sessions when
I step to the mic
Studio time is cheaper than
A therapist's price
Beats pound in the sound
My psychiatrist's couch
Lay it down and I shout
Till I'm dryin' them out!
Rhymin' about real things and wastin' my mind
Fuck feelings, emotions is a waste of my time
This microphone I'm recitin' on knows my pain
Like the paper that I'm writin' on
It won't ever change it flows in my veins
Hear it in my soul when I rap
Cut my wrists and I bleed it
Out all over the track
Got a bottle of emotions that
I'm not about to open
Till I shatter it and smash
It all over this microphone
This microphone I'm recitin' on knows my pain
Hear it in my soul when I rap
I shatter it and smash it
All over the microphone
Bleed it out all over the track
This mic always listens to
My innermost thoughts
When I'm bitter and lost and pissed
Off and did it all wrong
And spit in a song, watch it all wash away
Just let it go, wanna flow with it for today!
But the therapy that's helping me
Is here in the booth
When I play back the track
Then I'm hearin' the truth
But the truth hurts worse when it
Comes from your own voice but no choice
The melody is made from the old noise
It's therapeutic when my head'll take
This stress and use it
As I'm ventin' my aggression lettin'
Me do better music
When I'm losin' everything that I have
I sync to the track and every single time
It's always bringin' me back
And I can blaze a new trail
But it's a lonely height the poems we write
Expressions of my soul and I
Don't want nobody to console me or
Just to hold me tight
The mic knows that I ain't rappin' here
I'm spittin' my life
This microphone I'm recitin' on knows my pain
Hear it in my soul when I rap
I shatter it and smash it
All over the microphone
Bleed it out all over the track