Therapy Songtext
von Doughboyz Cashout

(Helluva made this beat, baby)
(I might give out)
Good evening, Mr. 4-1 Payroll
What up, though? (But I′ll never give in)
I'm Dr. Maria Gonzales, I′m your psychiatrist for today
I understand you have some issues with women (I might give out)
I ain't got no issues with these bitches (but I'll never give in)
Would you care to talk about
Why you verbally disrespect women the way you do?

Fuck bitches, get money (yeah)
They catch feelings, it get ugly (get ugly)
I don′t trust a bitch (no, no), far as I can throw her
That′s why after I hit, I play a role like I don't know her (who?)
This bitch just a snake, so I nicknamed her Cobra (yup)
She wonder why I always hit her with the cold shoulder (why you do me like that?)
′Cause, bitch, you beneath me like a coaster (whoa)
I done been in more bitches walls than boyband posters (yup)


So ain't shit new to me, you a little cool to me (cool)
But askin′ me to be your man, you soundin' like a fool to me (bitch)
My last girl wasn′t shit
I'll do for a bum before I give that ho a cent (for real)
See, I always been the nigga that these hos cheated with
You probably with her every day, but I was just her weekend dick (yup)
Maybe I'll find a real bitch in this cold world (one day)
But until then, I′ma just call ′em my homegirls (yeah)

(I might give out)
HBK, also known as Kid (but I'll never give in)
Also known as Heartbreak Kid
Yeah, that′s me, please believe me
You seem like quite the ladies' man
Yeah, a lil′ bit, hos love me (I might give out)
Did you get your heart broken before? (But I'll never give in)
Is that why you dog hos, not just one, but all hos?
Look, let me tell you

I ain′t a player, I just crush a lot (crush a lot)
I like to fuck a lot (fuck a lot)
I don't like to keep hos, they fuss a lot (uh-uh)
I don't trust a lot, not even one, she fucked me because I rap
Now I heard she wanna fuck with Roc (that′s my nigga)
Only a few times I cuffed a twat
But I learn from my lessons, these girls ain′t no blessings (oh, whoa, whoa)
Only thing they good for is stressin'
Play the broke role just to test ′em
You fall, they ain't gon′ catch you


Climb to the top, they with you steppin'
My heart was made for love, now I use it as a weapon
Got played twice, then I finally got the message
Get money, fuck relationships, that shit depressin′ (fuck hos)
Now you wonder why I dog hos, these bitches reckless (reckless)
Wanna trap me up, tell me not to use protection
Allergic to the condoms, wanna be my baby mama
Wanna do too much, raise hell, and cause drama (drama, drama, drama)

(I might give out)
First name Brightmore, last name Roc
What up? (But I'll never give in)
How are you today?
I'm chillin′, thuggin′, same old shit, you know
You seem like a nice young man
I am, I'm a gangster and a gentleman (I might give out)
In one of your songs, you said
"Bros over hos, I don′t have no heart, Tin Man" (but I'll never give in)
Care to explain?

I haven′t always been this way, see, I used to have a heart (used to)
I gave it to a girl and she tore it apart (swear)
After that, I pretty much ain't been the same (nah)
I turned into a savage, let me further explain (gladly)
They say love′ll get you killed, so my heart got a shield
I'm tryna hit and that's it, I ain′t got time to chill (I ain′t got time)
Let's be real, why be in relationships when everybody cheatin′? (Real talk)
Break up, then make up, it's gon′ keep repeatin'

Single life less stressful, I don′t fuss no more (I don't do that)
I play roles and that's all, I don′t trust no ho (fuck hos)
You think you winnin′, but you really losin' (you losin′, bro)
When you ain't around, my nigga, your bitch choosin′ (believe that)
Why you playin', girl? You got miles, Darius (stop playin′)
Roc in a relationship a joke, hilarious (that's funny)
Don't hog ′em, just dog ′em (that's all)
Pass and laugh (believe that)
E′ry night I'm wasted, girl, showin′ my ass (bitch)

(I might give out)
I've done my evaluation (but I′ll never give in)
And I find that you guys are perfectly fine
These hos ain't shit, fuck 'em
Have a good evening (I might give out, but I′ll never give in)
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
(Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)