City Love Therapy

My mama, what you sayin' to me

I made the beat, this therapy I wish the beat just marry me

It be hard to go to sleep put the T of the rauma that carry me

Buried twins should've buried me So I'm sick and tired of R.I.P

Stupid thoughts and they swim so deep Tryna find mo but can't find me

Mugg faces is how they greet Some reasons why I smoke my weed

Cash up when you mention me Put a bag up, that's how I eat

Tryna pray a lot but it ain't easy Cause my mind is always geeked

Listen to the rhythm and the voice on the beat

Spittin fire from Miami so we can't be the heat