Substance Therapy

Now blow your money There goes a hundred Now blow your money There goes another, there goes another hundred Blow your money There goes a hundred Now blow your money If you do it my way, you get faded when life plummets If you are going south, you're headed for southern comfort Although it can push you to jumping or acting the dummy Like spending all of your money 'Cause you just got made redundant But retail therapy's the only one for your budget So Dr. Denim is the only therapist you're funding Besides, he lets you prescribe any drug that you like To get high as the rent you need to cover Even though at home, you've got a lady missing your loving And you've got sons you need to lead like Marcus Mumford And you've got bills to pay, but you need a real escape So you hit the town hard as punches from Muhammad One bag, two pills, three shots before leaving yours By five, your face is in the gutter But you'll be back next week, throwing your hands up in the club Like 'woo' girls from How I Met your Mother, tryna cover the pain Bounce, all my people feeling down If you're loving the sound then let me see you get around me You got sorrows you need to drown, get around me And let's try and pretend this shit is astounding, huh Everybody bounce, all my people feeling down If you're loving the sound then let me see you get rowdy Buy another round now, you should get rowdy And let's try and pretend this shit is astounding, uh-huh Now blow your money There goes a hundred Now blow your money There goes another, there goes another hundred Blow your money There goes a hundred Now blow your money There goes another, there goes another hundred Blow your money I dunno what I'm scared of All I know is it's got me scared off I dunno what i'm scared of All I know is it's got me Sometimes I feel so low, I can't even get out the pad My mind turns into a prison like it is Alcatraz Twenty-five to life here, there's no light here Need a buzz like Lightyear to break me out, stat Take me to infinity to escape off the map I used to use imagination 'til my age crushed that Brain's chemically imbalanced, that or I'm just damaged Either way, happy thoughts now come in a beige cap May snap at any moment, those who know me can vouch for this Weigh my problems in weed, say, "About an ounce for this" Bi-monthly for this bipolar, need to try something This shit's getting older than my favourite line You know the one, "Really, I'm fine, I'm fine" When realistically, that's me saying, "I'm lying, I'm dying", but Got too much pride to cry for assistance So I party all the time, Rick James, bitch Bounce, all my people feeling down If you're loving the sound then let me see you get around me You got sorrows you need to drown, get around me And let's try and pretend this shit is astounding, huh Everybody bounce, all my people feeling down If you're loving the sound then let me see you get rowdy Buy another round now, you should get rowdy And let's try and pretend this shit is astounding, uh-huh Now blow your money There goes a hundred Now blow your money There goes another, there goes another hundred Blow your money There goes a hundred Now blow your money There goes another, there goes another hundred Blow your money