Therapy

By Saud

On High Octane

Released on May 7, 2026

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Aha

Yeah


[Verse 1]

Ay

No advice that im offering

Keep it in the fam like some father and daughter and

And a mother that brought’em in

Raining cats and dogs again

Growing an olive branch

For the peace that im offering

So the seed can sparkle then

Go off on them

On they head like

Bang and Olufsen

Tell me who lie for them

10 toes at a mosque again

Praying for you and yours

And the love that you got for them

(Get it like god for them, uh)

I hope my will is with good intent

I wrote a will the other day it was good as shit

I got some good peoplе in it

Might scrabble some lines dеpending on how they act

They been acting sublime

So for that

I won't react

Jokes aside, death is on my mind lately

Im sure most people feel the same maybe

Or maybe im obsessed with age

I’ve stayed and I've strayed

I enjoy figuring out exactly where to aim

And these days

It's really right, right at your face

(Hook)

I can’t reach you

I’m still miles away

From feeling something

It’s the reason why

I keep myself

Behind the buttons

Writing these pieces

I’m just lacing

All that I’ve seen

Writing these pieces

Be like therapy

Uh

No advice that im offering

Maybe this time i can give you something thats false again

Hoping you bend the law for them

Huffin’ and Puffin’ from the roots that done costed them

The movie scripts got Jodie Fostering

You know, Jodie

Pick a side say that you know me

The skillet cold it dont cook too well

I learned that from that british dude and Dave Chappelle

When you stay too long 
You won't know which proficiency holds value

Not everything for sale

You know

But at least you could sing (Haha)

At least you could do a couple things

At least you bought the ring

At least your mood don’t swing

At least you stayed consistent

You little purulent thing

Ah

But you got enough juice to squeeze right through right

You got the mustard seed that grew right through right (Hah)

Who made the kitchen dance

Who cooked enough food to tell’em this your chance

Right

(Hook)

I can’t reach you

I’m still miles away

From feeling something

It’s the reason why

I keep myself

Behind the buttons

Writing these pieces

I’m just lacing

All that I’ve seen

Writing these pieces

Be like therapy