Substance Therapy - Remi, Sensible J

And now blow your money

And there goes a hundred

And now blow your money

And there goes another, there goes another hundred

Blow your money

There goes a hundred

And now blow your money

If you do it my way, you get faded when life plummets

If you are going south, you’re headed for Southern Comfort

Although it can push you to jumping or acting the dummy

Like spending all of your money

'Cause you just got made redundant

But retail therapy’s the only one for your budget

So Dr. Denim is the only therapist you’re funding

Besides, he lets you prescribe any drug that you like

To get high as the rent you need to cover

Even though at home, you’ve got a lady missing your loving

And you’ve got sons you need to lead like Marcus Mumford

And you’ve got bills to pay, but you need a real escape

So you hit the town hard as punches from Muhammad

One bag, two pills, three shots before leaving yours

By five, your face is in the gutter

But you’ll be back next week, throwing your hands up in the club

Like 'woo' girls from How I Met Your Mother, tryna cover the pain

Bounce, all my people feeling down

If you’re loving the sound then let me see you get around me

You got sorrows you need to drown?

Get around me

And let’s try and pretend this shit is astounding, huh

Everybody bounce, all my people feeling down

If you’re loving the sound then let me see you get rowdy

Buy another round now, you should get rowdy

And let’s try and pretend this shit is astounding, uh-huh

And now blow your money

And there goes a hundred

And now blow your money

And there goes another, there goes another hundred

Blow your money

There goes a hundred

And now blow your money

And there goes another, there goes another hundred

Blow your money

I dunno what I’m scared of

All I know is it’s got me scared off

I dunno what i’m scared of

All I know is it’s got me

Sometimes I feel so low, I can’t even get out the pad

My mind turns into a prison like it is Alcatraz

Twenty-five to life here, there’s no light here

Need a buzz like Lightyear to break me out, stat

Take me to infinity to escape off the map

I used to use imagination 'til my age crushed that

Brain’s chemically imbalanced, that or I’m just damaged

Either way, happy thoughts now come in a beige cap

May snap at any moment, those who know me can vouch for this

Weigh my problems in weed, say, «About an ounce for this»

Bi-monthly for this bipolar, need to try something

This shit’s getting older than my favourite line

You know the one, «Really, I’m fine, I’m fine»

When realistically, that’s me saying, «I'm lying, I’m dying», but

Got too much pride to cry for assistance

So I party all the time, Rick James, bitch

Bounce, all my people feeling down

If you’re loving the sound then let me see you get around me

You got sorrows you need to drown, get around me

And let’s try and pretend this shit is astounding, huh

Everybody bounce, all my people feeling down

If you’re loving the sound then let me see you get rowdy

Buy another round now, you should get rowdy

And let’s try and pretend this shit is astounding, uh-huh

And now blow your money

And there goes a hundred

And now blow your money

And there goes another, there goes another hundred

Blow your money

And there goes a hundred

And now blow your money

And there goes another, there goes another hundred

Blow your money