(Intro)
“YOU NEED THERAPY.”
Yeah… okay, Dr. Phil—relax.
I’m not the one wearin’ cargo shorts on national TV.
⸻
(Verse 1)
“You need therapy!”
Nah, I need y’all to stop speakin’ so carelessly.
Actin’ big ’til I show up apparently—
Then you vanish faster than Wi-Fi at the DMV, hilariously.
They love to bark online like a budget pitbull,
But in person? Whole vibe turns soft-serve ice cream swirl.
Talkin’ spicy on the net like a TikTok chef,
But when I pull up? They seasonin’ their own regret.
I’m like, run them hands, since you run that mouth wildly—
Let’s see if your legs work as good as your typing.
You talk tough, but I know your knees crack,
You throw one punch and your back goes “pop-pop… snap.”
⸻
(Hook)
“You need therapy!”
Nah, I need to meet folks in public who talk that way verbally.
If you bark like a Rottweiler, don’t whimper like a Yorkie,
I’m just tryna see who’s brave without Wi-Fi supportin’.
Keep that same energy, don’t switch when I stand—
Let’s see if you can run hands like you run your damn RAM.
Big mouth, small chest—bro your posture says “no.”
Talk tough, then fold like a Walmart patio chair, though.
⸻
(Verse 2)
They say I need counseling, maybe some Zen,
But I think YOU need a helmet, my friend.
’Cause you keep bumpin’ your gums like you’re sponsored by Orbit,
Till I show up in person and suddenly you “can’t afford it.”
You’re bold behind screens—King of the Comment Section,
In real life you apologize with every facial expression.
When I ask “Say it again,” you hit that stutter-step dance,
Lookin’ like your Wi-Fi’s buffering inside your pants.
Claim you “bout that life”? Buddy, settle down gently—
You couldn’t fight off a Girl Scout sellin’ Thin Mints aggressively.
I’m peaceful, for real, I ain’t lookin’ for a war,
But some folks need a tune-up like a 2004 Ford.
⸻
(Hook)
“You need therapy!”
Nah, I need folks to stop talkin’ recklessly.
If you flex on the net, at least flex consistently—
Don’t turn into a houseplant soon as you stand next to me.
Talk loud, talk tough, talk big in your stance—
Let’s see if you can run hands like you run your rants.
If your mouth writes checks your courage can’t cash,
Don’t be shocked when reality overdrafts.
⸻
(Outro)
“You need therapy.”
Maybe.
But YOU need to stop writin’ checks you can’t fight with.
I’m chill…
’til somebody forgets I ain’t that chill
