Therapist by Stronghold Lyrics
[Intro: Stelf Index]
Stelf Index. (The rapist). Little personal therapy. (The rapist). Stronghold. (The rapist, the rapist, the rapist, the rapist, therapist, therapist, therapist). It’s time for a little (The rapist) Self Index. (Therapist. What’s the difference?). Gonna get this off my chest. (The rapist. Therapist)
[Verse 1: Stelf Index]
It’s like out loud speaking and no one’s listening
Out of place. Out of space, gotta trace
Outlined, no conclusion to draw
I spell it out bold and clear
But you can’t hear ink or see, think
All I got is my parents, my talents
My Stronghold fam and the P-dash faculty
Tackle enemies, reconstruct the Matrix digits
Found out I can’t change the world, so I stuck my dick in it
Like “Fuck it!” No one overstands me
Saying I’m over the top and over the edge is an understatement
My face rush to the pavement
No parachute. Just shoot ‘til you’re paraplegic
I don’t need it
Chicks wish I had a detachable penile
Threw me in the penile, happy I can’t pee now
Mental will never seek trial
Trails ends, winding road
Twilight Zone, broken phone
Can’t call it—you can’t ignore it
[Hook: Stelf Index] (x2)
Everybody got problems
Everybody gets bullshit—what makes you so special?
You better find the you in you and love it
Swim or sink in life’s ocean or rise above it
[Verse 2: Stelf Index]
Once loved
Hated, then loved again and love to be hated
Frustrated. Jeers are constipated
Concentrated on everybody but my damn self
“Gimme, gimme, gimme,” so I gave, gave, gave
Sweat in a cave when there’s plenty of tunnels to borough through
A million avenues
Numerous cattle and Cornish hens
Blends and bends
Bends and ends
Begin with work ethic
Walking the path pathetic
Path of logical
Pathological maniacs
The pain is back
Coming forth is the new me
Like three nuts prior, didn’t succeed
On their revenge on blood temperature
Rising, realizing that an evil appetite
Ain’t all that appetizing
It’s like sometimes, I like bad taste
Facial “Hok2”
Rip through evil and tissue
Now you know what an ox do
Invisible but right in front of you
Hard to figure out but easy to see through
Open arms’ll greet you
Violate, then turn into a flurry of hooks to beat you
KO, chaotic, K-A
P-dash-E-R. Therapist
Break the word in two ‘cause, mentally, I’m the rapist
[Interlude: Stelf Index]
Stelf Index. Yeah. Therapy. Therapist. The rapist
[Hook: Stelf Index] (x4)
Everybody got problems
Everybody gets bullshit—what makes you so special?
You better find the you in you and love it
Swim or sink in life’s ocean or rise above it
Stelf Index. (The rapist). Little personal therapy. (The rapist). Stronghold. (The rapist, the rapist, the rapist, the rapist, therapist, therapist, therapist). It’s time for a little (The rapist) Self Index. (Therapist. What’s the difference?). Gonna get this off my chest. (The rapist. Therapist)
[Verse 1: Stelf Index]
It’s like out loud speaking and no one’s listening
Out of place. Out of space, gotta trace
Outlined, no conclusion to draw
I spell it out bold and clear
But you can’t hear ink or see, think
All I got is my parents, my talents
My Stronghold fam and the P-dash faculty
Tackle enemies, reconstruct the Matrix digits
Found out I can’t change the world, so I stuck my dick in it
Like “Fuck it!” No one overstands me
Saying I’m over the top and over the edge is an understatement
My face rush to the pavement
No parachute. Just shoot ‘til you’re paraplegic
I don’t need it
Chicks wish I had a detachable penile
Threw me in the penile, happy I can’t pee now
Mental will never seek trial
Trails ends, winding road
Twilight Zone, broken phone
Can’t call it—you can’t ignore it
[Hook: Stelf Index] (x2)
Everybody got problems
Everybody gets bullshit—what makes you so special?
You better find the you in you and love it
Swim or sink in life’s ocean or rise above it
[Verse 2: Stelf Index]
Once loved
Hated, then loved again and love to be hated
Frustrated. Jeers are constipated
Concentrated on everybody but my damn self
“Gimme, gimme, gimme,” so I gave, gave, gave
Sweat in a cave when there’s plenty of tunnels to borough through
A million avenues
Numerous cattle and Cornish hens
Blends and bends
Bends and ends
Begin with work ethic
Walking the path pathetic
Path of logical
Pathological maniacs
The pain is back
Coming forth is the new me
Like three nuts prior, didn’t succeed
On their revenge on blood temperature
Rising, realizing that an evil appetite
Ain’t all that appetizing
It’s like sometimes, I like bad taste
Facial “Hok2”
Rip through evil and tissue
Now you know what an ox do
Invisible but right in front of you
Hard to figure out but easy to see through
Open arms’ll greet you
Violate, then turn into a flurry of hooks to beat you
KO, chaotic, K-A
P-dash-E-R. Therapist
Break the word in two ‘cause, mentally, I’m the rapist
[Interlude: Stelf Index]
Stelf Index. Yeah. Therapy. Therapist. The rapist
[Hook: Stelf Index] (x4)
Everybody got problems
Everybody gets bullshit—what makes you so special?
You better find the you in you and love it
Swim or sink in life’s ocean or rise above it