Groupie Therapy lyrics

[Skit]
Sub-rock
Oh my God
Yeah
'Nother station, man
More inches to satsify you, now
Nah, man, ooh-wee
Man, give a n*gga a remote control 'nd sh*t
Ay, man, turn for that sh*t, bunny
There's something on the walls
Oh my God
Offshore flow for—
Dang
At least he ain't said flow 'nd sh*t
Dang
You're welcome back
Yo, dude, why don't you slow down on the remote, dude?
—st there are five post-medical mistakes
Nah, just turn
Oh, man
I see nobody
Yo, dude, it's time for some Madden, dude
Now, look, we almost have the same hairdos today
Nah, hold up
Nah, we can't be playin' Madden all day, dude
Yay, b*tch
O-kay, touch that!
Turn over that sh*t
Yeah
Ay, yo, Lip, let's go get you somethin' to eat dude
No more sh*t, get the Madden, dude
Alright, 'bout to go get the Madden
Hell yeah, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout, n*gga
Naw, man
Sydney! Are you one of these celebrities caught up on these groupie ips?
n*ggas should be reading books, y'know
Oh sh*t
Or do you just flat-out give them too much credit?
What? What?
Well, I'm Dr. Oh M'Lord of the industry ip institute
Aw, man, sh*t
We're here for you! We've been there!
Yo, this sh*t ain't real, dude
Call this number at the bottom of the screen, it goes:
[Intro]
1-900-0-0
1-900-0-0
1-900-0-0
1-900-0-0
1-900-0-0
1-900-0-0
1-900— oh, I got a caller, uh, what's your name?
Uh, Bootie Brown, what you got to say, homie? Yup

[Verse 1: Bootie Brown]
I was standing, one of the cast of many
I would give anything to swing hand-in-hand with her
But it was just a blur
I couldn't blame, why give up fortune and the fame
For a n*gga who can barely afford his name?
So the dame kept aim at the stars
I'm often thinking about her when I'm waitin' on calls across the border
Made sure my rhymes in order 'cause that moment could be near
And it was, now my attorney is tellin' me to "Sign here"
So I appear and perform international
The time came, she stepped to me, I thought rational
But she knew that I wanted it
She walked around and flaunted it like a peac*ck
I knocked the Reebok, now she jock
Blowin' up my Paktel and my doorbell
I had to check myself as well, love boat won't sail
'Cause I'm no captain, let them know from the start
I let you break me off, but I won't let you break my heart
[Interlude]
So— so— so—
So, check it out now
Check it out now (So, hello, hello, hello, and how you doin'?)
Check it out now
Uh, uh
Check it out now
Check it out now (So, hello, hello, hello, and how you doin'?)
Uh

[Verse 2: Slimkid3]
So, I'm surrounded by b*tches (Uh-huh)
Now this is the most incredible sh*t in Slimkid history (History)
So, watch if you will (A'ight), the moment some good sh*t pop and they be foggin' up ya grill
Overly thrilled to get you in your ass like Massengill
Still burnin' (Uh), sh*t now and I'm still learnin' (Yuh)
How not to f*ck with ya baby or make ya my old lady
You just overcasting, your ass is shady
Tryna block the sunlight with all of that hype
And now I'm discontinuin' all of this pipe that I've been layin'
As long as you keep swayin' to another crew's tempo (What?), I gotta let you go, and that's simple (And that's simple)
So get it through ya two temples (Temples) because I'm tryna live fatter than a blimp ho
And you exempt (Exempt), and I won't symp on a write-off
So step out my world, and turn the light off (And turn the light off, b*tch)

[Interlude]
So— so— so—
(So, hello, hello, hello and how you doin'?)
(So, hello, hello, hello and how you doin'?)
[Verse 3: Fat Lip]
She was my high school sweetheart, down from start
When all I had was high hopes, my health and my art
But when I got my fame, she became unsure
If I could still feel the same when I came off tour
I said "For sure 'cause what God gave us, girl, I'm grateful
No need to be insecure, baby, your n*gga's faithful"
So, now I'm off doin' dates in a gang of states
And as my status elevates, I see the baddest eights
At the backstage gate, lookin' great
Straight waitin' for a n*gga, so now I figure
"Hey, I only live once, I'm goin' all out today"
Made a call out to L.A. to say what I had to say...

[Interlude: Fat Lip & Woman]
Nah, I still love you, but it's just... Ay, I gotta—
Ay, that's bullsh*t, if you still loved me then you wouldn't betray me like this
Hey, hey-hey-hey, it's a di*k thang, it's all I do (Ayo, man, let's rip now)
Ay, I gotta be out, baby, I'll cut 'round with you later

[Verse 4: Fat Lip]
Now, I gets back the very next week
Only to learn, the tables turned like a technique, twelve hundred
Last thing in the world that I wanted was my girl goin' out every night, gettin' blunted
And zooted with a clique of well-known, reputed groupie hoes from all the hip-hop shows
Backstage with her little backpack tryna get chose by another n*gga with talent, wealth and fame
Oh, I suppose, I guess I got myself to blame
For turning her out into a hip-hop freak
Now I seek counselling from a therapist twice a week (Twice a week)
(Twice a week)

[Interlude: Imani]
So let me speak about the freak
So let me speak about the freak
So let me speak

[Verse 5: Imani]
Instantly, she made another selection
Because he was in the line, plus, had the money connection, correction
"Way more paid" is why she laid and played
A charade in the game of deception
This mysterious mistress is just an actress (Yeah)
Of the mattress 'cause she's a wannabe mack-tress
Well-built, but equipped with the tackiest of tactics
And I hate it, why this is dedicated to all of them type of women who still be swimming
Lost and confused in the lake of illusion with no values is why they're constantly losin'

[Outro]
Choosin' to get abusin'
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)