Therapy, Pt. 2

Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah Uhm, well Yeah You will find that we not very different, no, you and I Although I usually, usually find a way out Feelin' like I'm in the skies, my hands could separate clouds My bitch go get me take-out They used to hate, they love me, and they used to love, they hate now The world I rearrange, I turned it to a bloody playground 'Cause to the homies, stayin' down through anything A cheers to baby girl, who I would've coppеd a wedding ring See, money isn't evеrything, but it helps We walk around with pride in our eyes to the skies, the lies that we tell Pickin' up a seashell, listen to the ocean Do the whole thing all me-self, I'm livin' in the moment Pickin' up all of the ashes, I'm burnin' the house down Runnin' from my life, I probably ran a thousand miles now Had powwows with millionaires, a foul child and a style wild That you found out that I'm killin' there Tell me how you feelin', how's it feel? How's it feel? (Yeah, said how's it feel?) How's it feel? (Can you tell me how's it feel?) How's it feel? (To be around somethin' real) How's it feel? (Yeah, yeah, said how's it feel?) How's it feel? Yeah, tell me how's it feel? How's it feel? So can you tell me how's it feel? How's it feel? (To be around something real) How's it feel? They yellin', "Danger, danger," when I hopped out of the manger With a two-way pager, callin' all the homies, screamin', "Savior" This world could not be stranger, you could beat the odd behavior Give a inch, they take a mile, take a mile, I'll take a acre I'm a, alien communicator, fuckin' up the human nature Projectile vomit on a song, the fluid nasty, uh I just got the iPhone 6, it looks like Steve Jobs done ran out of tricks Yeah, I come through stuntin' on 'em, in the park, buntin' on 'em Somebody should pump you up, you best get Joe Budden on 'em New couch, I'm fuckin' on it, after that, don't fuckin' want it Bitch, I'm fuckin' awesome, come again? I said I'm fuckin' awesome Press the pedal, wah-wah, hell nah, aw, nah All I want is Lana and some head from Madonna I gots to separate the weak from the obso-lete Real life, this is not a dream I'm a problem, just took a jet from Nicaragua Copped me a vacation spot that came with an iguana, uh The hot lava, sonta, a world with no ceilin' Come again, tell me how you feelin', how's it feel? How's it feel? (Said how's it feel?) How's it feel? (Said how's it feel?) How's it feel? (To be around somethin' real) How's it feel? (So can you tell me how's it feel?) How's it feel? (Said how's it feel?) How's it feel? (Said how's it feel?) How's it feel? (Can you tell me how's it feel?) How's it feel? (Yeah) Doo, doo-doo-doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, dun-dun Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da-da Haha, yeah Mac Miller and Robert Glasper You know what it is, you know what it is