Текст песни
My life a movie, need a documentary. Police asking me what happened, I just lost my Memory. Didn't have all the house before I got This jewelry. Bitches want my baby, That's an opportunity. Did a show up at the club, the drinks Was complimentary. I could never chase a bitch, I ain't got the energy. Tired of these rappers stealing my identity. My shoe a forty-two 'cause it came from Italy. Flossing on they ass, I ain't got no cavities. My whip ain't got an engine, that shit got A battery. I used to say I'ma be rich, Now I'm doing it practically. Broke niggas mad at me, need a grip on Reality. Made ten in a day like I did A robbery. If you get up on your knees, I accept your apology. I'm a player in the game, I don't practice Monogamy. How the fuck is you a boss and Ain't got you a policy? I'm from a city with a lot of jealousy. Fucking up my liver, sipping all this Hennessy. Once she try to play me, I can't show Her sympathy. I'm platinum in the streets, nigga, Fuck the industry. Quit comparing me, Ain't no similarity. The net fucked up on my net worth apparently. Do I fuck on my fans? Not necessarily. Hit the mall and blow bands, that's a form Of therapy.
Mike Sherm — Therapy
«Therapy» — Mike Sherm. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 1:11. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
