T Pain Therapy Lyrics

Therapy Lyrics

Ah, take a sip of this eh, let's go

I want you to feel this beat, baby

I'm not tired, let's go, feel it



Listen, what's up

This ain't the way I wanted it to end

But I got to go, gotta get missin'

You ain't gotta kick me out

I'll get out my own house

But you still need to get your shit together, girl



What do I do? What do I say?

Gotta get us back to the way

That we used to be back in the day

Who do I call to talk to?

Shawty, you ain't gotta be scared of me

All we need is therapy



Like one, two, three, four

Get the hell up out my door

Five, six, seven, eight

I don't need your sex, I'll masturbate

Nine, ten, eleven, twelve

You can go to hell all I care, yeah



Can't do it, shawty, can't deal with you, babe

Can't handle the pressure of you, yeah yeah

Can't do it, shawty, can't deal with you, babe

Can't handle the pressure of you, yeah yeah



Listen, what's up

I know you ain't used to us bein' friends

But I got to go, no more kissin'

You ain't gotta go away

But I know I cannot stay

'Cause you still gotta get your shit together, girl



What do I do? What do I say?

Gotta get us back to the way

We used to be back in the day

Who do I call to talk to?

Shawty, you ain't gotta be scared of me

All we need is therapy



Like one, two, three, four

Get the hell up out my door

Five, six, seven, eight

I don't need your sex, I'll masturbate

Nine, ten, eleven, twelve

You can go to hell all I care, yeah



Can't do it, shawty, can't deal with you, babe

Can't handle the pressure of you, yeah yeah

Can't do it, shawty, can't deal with you, babe

Can't handle the pressure of you, yeah yeah



Ooh ooh

Ooh, you too much pressure doll

You gonna raise my cholesterol

I gotta lower the phone decibels

Just to talk, just a thought



I'ma get a girl with a ass just as soft

You swear man dolls like reservoir

And I was Mr Pink

Remember those nights on the kitchen sink?



I was chokin' you in a good way, good way

Now we in the streets and I'm chokin' you in a hood way

When the cops come what I could say

You know how all that gossip is



Next mornin' Basta Perez

Any girl I take out, media take her

I need a break now

Before I break now

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah



Show me your Janet Jackson's if you nasty

You said you want to cut my nuts off like Jesse Jackson, classy

Ooh, why she say that? Ouch

Bitch, give me back my couch

And that same couch cashed in

Now listen to T-Pain ass sing



Oh, like

One, two, three, four

You can get the hell up out my door

Five, six, seven, eight

I don't need your sex, I'll masturbate

Nine, ten, eleven, twelve

You can go to hell all I care, yeah



I can't do it, shawty, can't deal with you, babe

Can't handle the pressure of you, yeah yeah

Can't do it, shawty, can't deal with you, babe

Can't handle the pressure of you



Now get outta my face, bitch