Therapy
CoaastGxd Lyrics
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4 oz in a solo cup
Working like a fiend so I can't pour enough
Storing all my feelings I can't even start exploring em
Leave me to my pills
I'm popping four of em
Call the coroner
Dropping bodies watch 'em fall in the corridor
Triple six visions like I'm finna torture ya
Pulling up, pouring up
4 oz in a solo cup
Working like a fiend so I can't pour enough
Storing all my feelings I can't even start exploring em
Leave me to my pills
I'm popping four of em
Call the coroner
Dropping bodies watch 'em fall in the corridor
Reaper the sorcerer
Triple six visions like I'm finna torture ya
I'm in the back of the Cadillac wiling the loud got me slumped I'm like "whoa"
Moving so silently
Trynna be violent
I call up my shooters on low
Load the corolla my homies roll up and they ready to let it all blow
I said it again and again if you pull up you end up like six feet below
Lay low
Put a gram in my nose
Smoke blunts till I can't feel my toes
Tell your punk friend he don't want smoke
Lord knows this shit ain't no joke
Tip-toe when I take souls
Bae knows that I cant be swayed by the bankroll
Self-mutilate like I'm Van Gogh
Bound in the back trynna ask where van go
Pulling up, pouring up
4 oz in a solo cup
Working like a fiend so I can't pour enough
Storing all my feelings I can't even start exploring em
Leave me to my pills
I'm popping four of em
Call the coroner
Dropping bodies watch 'em fall in the corridor
Reaper the sorcerer
Triple six visions like I'm finna torture ya
Pulling up, pouring up
4 oz in a solo cup
Working like a fiend so I can't pour enough
Storing all my feelings I can't even start exploring em
Leave me to my pills
I'm popping four of 'em
Call the coroner
Dropping bodies watch 'em fall in the corridor
Reaper the sorcerer
Triple six visions like I'm finna torture ya
Pulling up, pouring up
4 oz in a solo cup
Working like a fiend so I can't pour enough
Storing all my feelings I can't even start exploring em
Leave me to my pills
I'm popping four of 'em
Call the coroner
Dropping bodies watch 'em fall in the corridor
Reaper the sorcerer
Triple six visions like I'm finna torture ya
The song "Therapy" by CoaastGxd talks about the artist's struggle with mental health issues and his coping mechanisms. The lyrics of the song are intense and depict a person who is deeply disturbed and battling self-destructive tendencies. The artist uses drugs like pills and alcohol to suppress his feelings and emotions. He is aware that what he is doing is harmful and can lead to his demise, but he is unable to stop himself. The lyrics suggest that the artist is also violent and has connections to people who can carry out acts of violence on his behalf.
The use of metaphors and allusions in the lyrics adds to the intensity of the song. The repeated line "Pulling up, pouring up, 4 oz in a solo cup" serves as a kind of refrain that underscores the artist's addiction and his inability to stop himself from damaging his life. The reference to the Reaper, the sorcerer, and triple six visions are all imagery that suggests a person who is struggling with dark thoughts and is on the verge of losing control.
Line by Line Meaning
Pulling up, pouring up
Starting to mix and pour alcohol into a cup
4 oz in a solo cup
Adding exactly 4 ounces of alcohol to a disposable cup
Working like a fiend so I can't pour enough
Staying busy and determined so that I can continue to pour more alcohol
Storing all my feelings I can't even start exploring em
Hiding my emotions deep down inside and not even beginning to examine them
Leave me to my pills
Allowing me to escape reality with the help of prescription drugs
I'm popping four of em
Taking a total of four pills at once
Call the coroner
Summoning the authorities to handle any resulting deaths
Dropping bodies watch 'em fall in the corridor
Causing deaths and seeing the bodies fall in a specific area
Reaper the sorcerer
The person causing death has supernatural qualities
Triple six visions like I'm finna torture ya
Having powerful visions of causing pain and suffering to others
I'm in the back of the Cadillac wiling the loud got me slumped I'm like "whoa"
Sitting in the back of a Cadillac while under the influence of marijuana and feeling overwhelmed
Moving so silently Trynna be violent
Attempting to be quiet and cause harm to others
I call up my shooters on low
Contacting people who can help me harm others without being detected
Load the corolla my homies roll up and they ready to let it all blow
Loading a specific type of car with harmful intentions and being accompanied by dangerous friends
I said it again and again if you pull up you end up like six feet below
Repeating a threat that if anyone opposes me, they will end up dead and buried
Lay low
Staying out of sight to avoid detection by authorities
Put a gram in my nose
Snorting a specific amount of a drug
Smoke blunts till I can't feel my toes
Smoking a large quantity of marijuana until I am completely numb
Tell your punk friend he don't want smoke
Giving a warning to someone who does not want to provoke me
Lord knows this shit ain't no joke
Acknowledging the seriousness of my harmful intentions
Tip-toe when I take souls
Being cautious and quiet when I harm others
Bae knows that I cant be swayed by the bankroll
My partner is aware that money cannot change my harmful behavior
Self-mutilate like I'm Van Gogh
Inflicting harm on myself in a similar way to the famous artist Van Gogh
Bound in the back trynna ask where van go
Being held captive in the back of a car and questioning where I am being taken
Lyrics © DistroKid
Written by: A Beekhuizen
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