Okay, welcome to my therapy session
I am the hypnotist
I got more Trix than a rabbit
You gotta witness this
Murderous flow, coming out two fifty-four
Who am I? Malakai!
It's that Brutha triple i
I'm, sorry for keeping you waiting out here that long
Guess I gotta tell my journey
In one-length of a song
Pass me my drink
And hear the sound of the ink
From none other than the great
Yeah it's Malakai the, wait...
Uh
Wake up in the morning, brush My teeth
Do my hair, into the mirror I stare
But there ain't nobody there, but a ghost
An empty vessel, just without a host
Then I go pick up my phone, to Instagram then I post
They stealing my style, open the book just to copy its wild
Really you think that you got it, but really I got it
You acting out just like a child
Pick up my pen, the I go in
Onto the paper, I'm writing my sin
Talkin bout when, when I begin
Life is a movie, I Cannot pretend
I can't talk about my feelings
What I'm feeling, need some healing
Talking bout what happened in my past
Don't even sound appealing
So I just write my music, cause it's really therapeutic
And if they try me, Ima box 'em, I ain't talkin cubic
Fre-sher than ya average, my momma Always told me
"Boy you need to eat Ya cabbage"
So i just took all her Concerns, mixed it with some bees and Birds
Tried to channel all my nerves, When my momma said these words
You need some therapy
It'll probably ease ya mind
No you won't be wasting time
It makes you healthy
You need some therapy
It'll probably ease ya mind
No you won't be wasting time
It makes you healthy