There’s too much
Pressure to take.
I won’t eat, so
I keep losing weight

I sleep way too much
Cuz I won’t get outta bed.
Just wanna spend my life
In this room instead.

Bae says get help. Get
Therapy. Try my luck.
Hit up Google; made a
Call. $75 an hour? Da Fuck?!

That little ole help is
Too high for me to seek.
But this $20 bottle of Evan
Williams should last a week.

That and some lemon
Is all I need.
Bootleg therapy
Yes, indeed.

Bae says “Get up love!
I fixed some eggs.”
I say, “No.”
Bae says “Try the doctor.
They got some meds.”
I say, “So.”

Gotta pay for the visit
Whether or not I’m sick.
And I heard the cheap stuff
I can afford fucks up yo dick.

I got me some juice & gin,
And some Henny Hen Hen
And neither of them has ever
Allowed my nature to bend.

Making Bae and me feel
Good is all I need
Bootleg therapy
Yes, indeed.

Bae packed her bags.
Now she’s gone.
Don’t know why.
I did nothing wrong.

Now I’m left alone to
Deal with my shit
Oh, and by the way, FUCK
KANYE WEST! Yes, I said it.

Money can’t buy happiness
I guess we all got it bad.
But cash will point you to
The direction of why you sad.

Me? Maybe some will
Spot me some weed.
Bootleg Therapy
Yes, indeed.