Group Therapy by KID KWAZii Lyrics
[INTRO: Amaya]
No but like seriously, what is a Kwazii?
Kwazii who are you?
Bro turn that off play Kwazii
What the hell is a Kwazii?
Kwaziis underrated
[HOOK: KID KWAZii]
So many parts of me split and it’s getting harder to make simple decisions
You niggas say that you gon’ sit a listen
I respond depending on your point of vision
I feel like they scared of me
It’s not what you are, it’s what you care to be
The fork in the road really tearing me
And this is the truth of group therapy
[VERSE 1: KID KWAZii]
Like where I’m gon’ go when they bury me
I need to leave me a legacy
When I die who gon’ remember me
I’m my enemy, it’s gon’ be the end of me
And I can’t recall what’s real and what’s not it seems I’m fabricating memories
It’s not that I’m odd or hard I just [?] for niggas pretend to be hard
And nigga I don’t mean to [?]
Look I really don’t have the heart
‘Cause more times I know that I’m hard
And other times I feel like-
This weapon giving your deliverance
Your bitch with me she never kissed a prince
Call her Cindy ‘cause the shoe fits
The real drug is the [omnividence?]
The real addiction is the [?]
Way before crack this shit has been killing men
I’m on my own shit like Gilligan
If you’ve killed before then you could kill again
And nigga I reside in silliness
I’m smokin' hippy dippy willy nilly shit
I gotta a lot of I can get you really lit
I can kill the .45 or the .50 clip
[VERSE 2: KID KWAZii]
Here a little story of a nigga who was always doing weird shit
Nigga was a weird kid
Nigga couldn’t focus he was missing his attention
So he tried to slow it down
Upping on his dosage
Liked to play with fire he was always tryna light watch it burn
Get in fight and a nigga wouldn’t learn
Life turned
Handcuffs on his hand just before high school on his grad trip
Gettin’ lit like a damn fool
Murderous thoughts playing ‘round in his head
A little less crime and more time you spend asserting his dominance
Stretching his pockets and gaining
[?]
I was watching grandma cry and swore it would end (but 6 months later went and did it again)
[HOOK: KID KWAZii]
So many parts of me split and it’s getting harder to make simple decisions
You niggas say that you gon’ sit a listen
I respond depending on your point of vision
I feel like they scared of me
It’s not what you are, it’s what you care to be
The fork in the road really tearing me
And this is the truth of group therapy
[VERSE 3: KID KWAZii]
TGF Mafia Dexgang my family
Threats that you spending me
Your bitch defending me
Drop the addy hate when niggas pretend to be hard
You can see this [?] no you not
You keep pushing you, you bound to get dropped
And more times I feel like a heathen but when I don’t I feeling like god
[OUTRO: Amaya]
No but like seriously, what is a Kwazii?
Kwazii who are you?
Bro turn that off play Kwazii
What the hell is a Kwazii?
Kwaziis underrated
No but like seriously, what is a Kwazii?
Kwazii who are you?
Bro turn that off play Kwazii
What the hell is a Kwazii?
Kwaziis underrated
[HOOK: KID KWAZii]
So many parts of me split and it’s getting harder to make simple decisions
You niggas say that you gon’ sit a listen
I respond depending on your point of vision
I feel like they scared of me
It’s not what you are, it’s what you care to be
The fork in the road really tearing me
And this is the truth of group therapy
[VERSE 1: KID KWAZii]
Like where I’m gon’ go when they bury me
I need to leave me a legacy
When I die who gon’ remember me
I’m my enemy, it’s gon’ be the end of me
And I can’t recall what’s real and what’s not it seems I’m fabricating memories
It’s not that I’m odd or hard I just [?] for niggas pretend to be hard
And nigga I don’t mean to [?]
Look I really don’t have the heart
‘Cause more times I know that I’m hard
And other times I feel like-
This weapon giving your deliverance
Your bitch with me she never kissed a prince
Call her Cindy ‘cause the shoe fits
The real drug is the [omnividence?]
The real addiction is the [?]
Way before crack this shit has been killing men
I’m on my own shit like Gilligan
If you’ve killed before then you could kill again
And nigga I reside in silliness
I’m smokin' hippy dippy willy nilly shit
I gotta a lot of I can get you really lit
I can kill the .45 or the .50 clip
[VERSE 2: KID KWAZii]
Here a little story of a nigga who was always doing weird shit
Nigga was a weird kid
Nigga couldn’t focus he was missing his attention
So he tried to slow it down
Upping on his dosage
Liked to play with fire he was always tryna light watch it burn
Get in fight and a nigga wouldn’t learn
Life turned
Handcuffs on his hand just before high school on his grad trip
Gettin’ lit like a damn fool
Murderous thoughts playing ‘round in his head
A little less crime and more time you spend asserting his dominance
Stretching his pockets and gaining
[?]
I was watching grandma cry and swore it would end (but 6 months later went and did it again)
[HOOK: KID KWAZii]
So many parts of me split and it’s getting harder to make simple decisions
You niggas say that you gon’ sit a listen
I respond depending on your point of vision
I feel like they scared of me
It’s not what you are, it’s what you care to be
The fork in the road really tearing me
And this is the truth of group therapy
[VERSE 3: KID KWAZii]
TGF Mafia Dexgang my family
Threats that you spending me
Your bitch defending me
Drop the addy hate when niggas pretend to be hard
You can see this [?] no you not
You keep pushing you, you bound to get dropped
And more times I feel like a heathen but when I don’t I feeling like god
[OUTRO: Amaya]
No but like seriously, what is a Kwazii?
Kwazii who are you?
Bro turn that off play Kwazii
What the hell is a Kwazii?
Kwaziis underrated