Therapy lyrics

[Intro: Jo Jo]
I've known Kells since I was like eleven
We met in like sixth grade, you know what I mean?
Kells held me down a lot, my cousin Mikey held me down a lot
And that's really it, people fall off real quick when you're in here

[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly]
Ayy, tell 'em I'ma need a minute
Damn, my head's f*cked up
I be thinkin' jail whenever I hear 'em say they need a sentence
I be in the booth zoned out
They say they just need a couple lines
And all the years on the road got me thinkin' blow
Even though they just wanted some bars like jail time
See, there I go
Somebody take this drink from me
I love my b*tches all
Please, God, don't let 'em take none of the pink from me
And since you need a filler for the dead space
Sorry, I had to get my head straight
One of the homies back home caught a fair case
And how I'm supposed to feel
When I'm in Hollywood tryna get a couple mil'
And I just got a call that my dog got killed
And maybe it wouldn't have happened if I wouldn't have been out here, but
Even still, even back when Dub had a job cuttin' steel
Even back when we was on the block up the hill
Off 131st, there was blood gettin' spilled
I ain't reinvent the wheel, motherf*cker
This is how it is where I live, motherf*cker
Semis and the blue nose pit, motherf*cker
Just in case they run up in the crib, motherf*cker
Got kids, motherf*cker, ayy
f*ck you think you knew about me?
Got a question? I don't even wanna talk to you, ask them
They the ones that grew up 'round me
Kept it one-hundred percent, same crew 'til the end, Kells
[Interlude: Jo Jo]
It's deeper than that, you know what I mean?
In so many years and all the sh*t we been through
That's definitely my brother
I do for him, he do for me
It was always like that, ain't sh*t change
Same, same motherf*ckers we grew up with, we still boys
He never really been for the bullsh*t, he's one hundred

[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly]
Ayy, I'ma need about an hour
And a first class ticket, wait
Make that a jet and a champagne shower
Oh, I ain't rich yet
f*ck it, I can make a dollar and a dream work
I was on the cover of the XXL
I ain't talkin' 'bout the big T-shirt
Lace Up, I'm finna run circles 'round squares in these Nike Airs
Finna go hard with my dogs that were right there
Finna treat songs like a motherf*ckin' pound
And flip an empty house to a motherf*ckin' crowd
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Yes, sir
Everybody better pay respect this year
I be in The Land with a steel texture
I object in the waist just in case they test first
b*tch, I'm from the Eastside, Eastside, watch First 48
I owe nobody, just know I rep-rep OH, get it?
f*ck it if you don't, I'm just ventin' like I use to do
With all these rappers I will never mention
How stupid are you to think that I would give you my attention
When you're nothin' but a peasant and I am a f*ckin' legend
Can you feel that?
[Outro: Jo Jo]
Like, once we got to our high school, they weren't teachin' sh*t
So we would just go do whatever, get some money, whatever
But we was always good at kickin' it though
He would want to battle and sh*t, you know what I mean?
Like he said he wanted to rap
So we would push into random battles at school, you know what I mean?
I just knew one of us would, would make it in something, you know what I mean?
And I just felt that