Already livin' cheque to cheque my rent doubles
Da f*ck Imma get chance to get my fam set
I'm blessed but can't help my fence to stay humble
If I stay in contest with depression my sense crumble
No will and no will, I can't afford dying
Takin' chronic meds I can't afford diets
Still driving a sting cuz I can't a Ford
Only give through notes without it I can't accord
And if I ever make it
I pray I stay composed as the beats
Cuz I've been beat to compost and defeat
And the pain of having something to eat
Knowing you've starved through your bleeding
Can make you turn to love all these demons
I try to give my all to you
And I fall to you
Be a step then I crawl to who
F*ck pity kinda forced but true
You can pause to chew the fact that I'm writing better songs than you
Thapelo Mashiane - Therapy (Session 1) Lyrics
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Already livin' cheque to cheque my rent doubles
Da f*ck Imma get chance to get my fam set
I'm blessed but can't help my fence to stay humble
If I stay in contest with depression my sense crumble
No will and no will, I can't afford dying
Takin' chronic meds I can't afford diets
Still driving a sting cuz I can't a Ford
Only give through notes without it I can't accord
And if I ever make it
I pray I stay composed as the beats
Cuz I've been beat to compost and defeat
And the pain of having something to eat
Knowing you've starved through your bleeding
Can make you turn to love all these demons
I try to give my all to you
And I fall to you
Be a step then I crawl to who
F*ck pity kinda forced but true
You can pause to chew the fact that I'm writing better songs than you
Da f*ck Imma get chance to get my fam set
I'm blessed but can't help my fence to stay humble
If I stay in contest with depression my sense crumble
No will and no will, I can't afford dying
Takin' chronic meds I can't afford diets
Still driving a sting cuz I can't a Ford
Only give through notes without it I can't accord
And if I ever make it
I pray I stay composed as the beats
Cuz I've been beat to compost and defeat
And the pain of having something to eat
Knowing you've starved through your bleeding
Can make you turn to love all these demons
I try to give my all to you
And I fall to you
Be a step then I crawl to who
F*ck pity kinda forced but true
You can pause to chew the fact that I'm writing better songs than you
Writer: Thapelo Mashiane
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid