Intro

Hello, Mr. William, my name is Doctor

Hey, how you doin'?

I'd like to thank you for choosing pain therapy

So let's get started, first question, Mr. William

Aight, you ain't gotta call me William

You can call me G, and we gon' talk, you know

Oh, excuse me, Mr. G

What brings you here today?

I done had a little pain lately for a couple days, a couple years

I'm man enough to say that I cried but

I'm done with all of these fuckin' tears

To keep it brief, I'm separated from my wife and I fuckin' hate it

One day it's good, next day it's bad

And I think I'm goin' fuckin' crazy

My job is weak, barely pays me, can't make enough for vacation

Playstation or Dreamcast, I dreamt big and I'm still last

Last year it got real bad, doctor said I had diabetes

Daddy got it, granny had it, her mama had it, I got a headache

I've been smokin' weed, it's been helpin' for the most part

But then my cousin died, and that left me with a broke heart

We dropped Play Cousins and we did a lot of streams

But the distribution couldn't distribute it how we need

That "Fuck Shit," I made that in my car when I was homeless

Scott sent me money when he could and that's why he my homie

Anxiety buildin' bigger and bigger

I hit the store to get me a Swisher

I'm not for show, but I think under his breath

The clerk called me a nigga like (Nigger)

With a hard R, hardy-har-har, right?

I'm a time bomb tickin'

Oh, okay, wow, well

Well, according to your charts it seems

To be that you're a pretty dope rapper

Does that help you with your pain?

Well if it wasn't for rap, the kicks, the snares, the claps

I would've been snapped

I would've been rentin' your home in all black

And laid down your dog if he tried to attack

I could've been doin' some time in the pen

If it wasn't for me doin' fine with this pen

Ever since now I've been rhymin' so

Don't blame me, blame Bradley Jones