You know I'm not going vernac on this one
It's a therapy session you feel me
We do it for the streets, my niggas who were locked up
My dead ones, my day ones you know
They just gotta feel me, nothin' is impossible
We all got dreams wake up in the morning tryna hustle everyday
Cold outside smokin' Turks til the sun go down
Ballin' every season like the Lakers
They wanna make Koddie bleed, codeine and tattoos in my veins it's for infinity
Rocks and chains all I want since I left the penitentiary
Alarm clocks in my head I'm depressed as f*ck
Nobody knows me feel like drowning in the ocean
Hit the booth while I'm sippin' on potion, yeah
Hit the gas no break pass can't let you niggas breath
Happy father's day to my dad sippin' Ice Tropez on the rocks I got the cream homie
Started from the bottom now we bout to live the dream homie
Used to write blank pages in high school callin' out to Caesar like the Romans did
Always kept the scissor in my pants for the f-cat I'm a hellracer
My brother died but they never quote that shit so to hell wit' it
I put him in a song
My sister died at 19 hope I get to have a conversation wit' her son
Yeah jus' to let him know your uncle got the cake you can have a slice
I see dead people when I close my eyes dawg
Julius, Amy and Sam, Moses, uh-huh
Hope you angles in the sky and I get to see you someday
Purple tears chrome hearts (yeah), that's what I like
Down the streets throwin' hands with the fans like Pacquiao
I'ma bleed forever, the streets too deep yeah
I need to catch my breath nigga, I need to catch my breath
Mmm
So I met up with this young mami called Michelle
A cute redbone you feel me, she had a kid
Played with her daughter on the whole journey to Jo'burg
Asked me for my number afterwards, said we could kick it later on
Damn she hot as hell man
That's a therapy session you feel me
Pour some Henney on ice while I shed for the dead homies
All these days spent on the inside now I'm flexing with some rich hunnies
Let me slide in that punani like a credit card
My jewelry fake but we twinkle in the dark
Brenda got a baby so lemme nut on her titties (yeah, uh)
Right after I take the rubber off 'cause I can't trust these bitches (yeah)
They catch mood swings in the booth while I spit the truth
Yeah, yeah, I got these bitches stallin' (yeah, uh)
I could never be loyal to any lady except for my mother
I put that shit on my government name then put my sister in Venetian white (uh-huh)
She in the sky where God at, hope that I buy a Rolls Royce 'cause that's where the stars at
Younger women always indecisive over niggas that shit got me trippin'
Older women always got baggage to bring that shit got me thinkin'
If I was a woman I'd prolly date a nigga like myself
So baby girl don't take that risk
I'd proudly break your heart 'fore we go out on a date
All these looks don't matter I use it for the bait
Changing young girl lives yeah they think I'm a pedophile today
I got Madiba coins I'm building a legacy
Dreams never die so Ocean can't lose
Kale got a pair write a spiritual verse for y'all to take to the afterlife
Yeah, I put it on God
Keep faith you gotta be patient
Be humble and sit down nigga
I just let my soul bleed on the track (track)
Kale Ocean - therapy session Lyrics
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English
You know I'm not going vernac on this one
It's a therapy session you feel me
We do it for the streets, my niggas who were locked up
My dead ones, my day ones you know
They just gotta feel me, nothin' is impossible
We all got dreams wake up in the morning tryna hustle everyday
Cold outside smokin' Turks til the sun go down
Ballin' every season like the Lakers
They wanna make Koddie bleed, codeine and tattoos in my veins it's for infinity
Rocks and chains all I want since I left the penitentiary
Alarm clocks in my head I'm depressed as f*ck
Nobody knows me feel like drowning in the ocean
Hit the booth while I'm sippin' on potion, yeah
Hit the gas no break pass can't let you niggas breath
Happy father's day to my dad sippin' Ice Tropez on the rocks I got the cream homie
Started from the bottom now we bout to live the dream homie
Used to write blank pages in high school callin' out to Caesar like the Romans did
Always kept the scissor in my pants for the f-cat I'm a hellracer
My brother died but they never quote that shit so to hell wit' it
I put him in a song
My sister died at 19 hope I get to have a conversation wit' her son
Yeah jus' to let him know your uncle got the cake you can have a slice
I see dead people when I close my eyes dawg
Julius, Amy and Sam, Moses, uh-huh
Hope you angles in the sky and I get to see you someday
Purple tears chrome hearts (yeah), that's what I like
Down the streets throwin' hands with the fans like Pacquiao
I'ma bleed forever, the streets too deep yeah
I need to catch my breath nigga, I need to catch my breath
Mmm
So I met up with this young mami called Michelle
A cute redbone you feel me, she had a kid
Played with her daughter on the whole journey to Jo'burg
Asked me for my number afterwards, said we could kick it later on
Damn she hot as hell man
That's a therapy session you feel me
Pour some Henney on ice while I shed for the dead homies
All these days spent on the inside now I'm flexing with some rich hunnies
Let me slide in that punani like a credit card
My jewelry fake but we twinkle in the dark
Brenda got a baby so lemme nut on her titties (yeah, uh)
Right after I take the rubber off 'cause I can't trust these bitches (yeah)
They catch mood swings in the booth while I spit the truth
Yeah, yeah, I got these bitches stallin' (yeah, uh)
I could never be loyal to any lady except for my mother
I put that shit on my government name then put my sister in Venetian white (uh-huh)
She in the sky where God at, hope that I buy a Rolls Royce 'cause that's where the stars at
Younger women always indecisive over niggas that shit got me trippin'
Older women always got baggage to bring that shit got me thinkin'
If I was a woman I'd prolly date a nigga like myself
So baby girl don't take that risk
I'd proudly break your heart 'fore we go out on a date
All these looks don't matter I use it for the bait
Changing young girl lives yeah they think I'm a pedophile today
I got Madiba coins I'm building a legacy
Dreams never die so Ocean can't lose
Kale got a pair write a spiritual verse for y'all to take to the afterlife
Yeah, I put it on God
Keep faith you gotta be patient
Be humble and sit down nigga
I just let my soul bleed on the track (track)
It's a therapy session you feel me
We do it for the streets, my niggas who were locked up
My dead ones, my day ones you know
They just gotta feel me, nothin' is impossible
We all got dreams wake up in the morning tryna hustle everyday
Cold outside smokin' Turks til the sun go down
Ballin' every season like the Lakers
They wanna make Koddie bleed, codeine and tattoos in my veins it's for infinity
Rocks and chains all I want since I left the penitentiary
Alarm clocks in my head I'm depressed as f*ck
Nobody knows me feel like drowning in the ocean
Hit the booth while I'm sippin' on potion, yeah
Hit the gas no break pass can't let you niggas breath
Happy father's day to my dad sippin' Ice Tropez on the rocks I got the cream homie
Started from the bottom now we bout to live the dream homie
Used to write blank pages in high school callin' out to Caesar like the Romans did
Always kept the scissor in my pants for the f-cat I'm a hellracer
My brother died but they never quote that shit so to hell wit' it
I put him in a song
My sister died at 19 hope I get to have a conversation wit' her son
Yeah jus' to let him know your uncle got the cake you can have a slice
I see dead people when I close my eyes dawg
Julius, Amy and Sam, Moses, uh-huh
Hope you angles in the sky and I get to see you someday
Purple tears chrome hearts (yeah), that's what I like
Down the streets throwin' hands with the fans like Pacquiao
I'ma bleed forever, the streets too deep yeah
I need to catch my breath nigga, I need to catch my breath
Mmm
So I met up with this young mami called Michelle
A cute redbone you feel me, she had a kid
Played with her daughter on the whole journey to Jo'burg
Asked me for my number afterwards, said we could kick it later on
Damn she hot as hell man
That's a therapy session you feel me
Pour some Henney on ice while I shed for the dead homies
All these days spent on the inside now I'm flexing with some rich hunnies
Let me slide in that punani like a credit card
My jewelry fake but we twinkle in the dark
Brenda got a baby so lemme nut on her titties (yeah, uh)
Right after I take the rubber off 'cause I can't trust these bitches (yeah)
They catch mood swings in the booth while I spit the truth
Yeah, yeah, I got these bitches stallin' (yeah, uh)
I could never be loyal to any lady except for my mother
I put that shit on my government name then put my sister in Venetian white (uh-huh)
She in the sky where God at, hope that I buy a Rolls Royce 'cause that's where the stars at
Younger women always indecisive over niggas that shit got me trippin'
Older women always got baggage to bring that shit got me thinkin'
If I was a woman I'd prolly date a nigga like myself
So baby girl don't take that risk
I'd proudly break your heart 'fore we go out on a date
All these looks don't matter I use it for the bait
Changing young girl lives yeah they think I'm a pedophile today
I got Madiba coins I'm building a legacy
Dreams never die so Ocean can't lose
Kale got a pair write a spiritual verse for y'all to take to the afterlife
Yeah, I put it on God
Keep faith you gotta be patient
Be humble and sit down nigga
I just let my soul bleed on the track (track)
Writer: Simon Sibanda
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