Therapy's Fake

Verse

Yo, sittin' in that leather chair, shrink with the notepad stare,

Spillin' my guts like a busted tire, airin' out the despair.

They say unpack your baggage, but it's all recycled trash,

Words twist like smoke signals, chasin' ghosts from the past.

Fake as a Hollywood smile, scripted lines on the reel,

But damn if it don't patch the leaks, make the pain feel less real.

Talkin' circles 'bout my triggers, like a carousel ride,

Exposin' scars that never healed, hidin' deep inside.

Therapy's a hustle, billin' hours for the mind's maze,

Placebo pills in pill form, but it lights up the haze.

I laugh at the jargon, "process your trauma," what a joke,

Yet here I am, lighter load, no more chokin' on the yoke.

Street smarts scream it's bullshit, just another con game,

But that breakthrough moment? Flames, rewirin' the brain.

Ayy, fake fix for a fractured soul, still, it holds the frame,

Therapy's the devil's deal, but I'll play it all the same.

Chorus

Therapy's fake, yeah, it's all a front (front, front),

Words like smoke, but they calm the hunt (hunt, hunt).

Helpful lies that keep me sane (sane, sane),

Talk it out, break the chain (chain, chain).

Fake as hell, but it pulls me through (through, through),

Mind's a storm, now the skies are blue (blue, blue).

Therapy's fake, but damn, it's true (true, true),

Helpin' me rise, what you gonna do? (Do, do-do)