My Therapist
Hobo Johnson
4:11You only care about yourself And your fuckin' weed You need help Yeah, if this depression doesn't kill me Can it at least make art feel fulfillin'? Fuck! Do I have to take the pills? (No) But when I don't, I think I'm dyin' for real (then yes) But when I do, I don't feel like myself (then no) Man, I think I need help Chemicals or depression? Both really feel like a life sentence Chemicals or depression? Both really feel like a life sentence Na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na Na-na, na-na na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na Na, na It's like going to a beautiful pond With the sun glarin', and glowin' on your arms And in your mind you think "Man, can't wait to go home" (I can't wait to go home) (I can't wait to go home) Yeah, it's like layin' in bed And feelin' like your bones are all made out of lead And you can feel the wind as the world passes you by (Passes you by) (It passes you by) Yeah, it's like you're about to cry And then a fuckin' witch cast a spell on your eyes And now you're stuck with this feelin' all day (You're stuck with this feelin' all day) Yeah, it's like drivin' your car Down the street, and see some tree and some bark And in your mind you think, "Man, what if?" Chemicals or depression? Both really feel like a life sentence Chemicals or depression? Both really feel like a life sentence Na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na Na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na Na, na Na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na Na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na Na, na