Yeah, I got off stage like a month ago I was talking to fans And one of 'em pulled me aside and said "We never met, but I swear that you know who I am I've been through a lot I don't know how to express it to people, don't think that I can But I got that Mansion CD on rotation That's real for me, Nate, you do not understand" It's crazy for me Kids hit me up, say they slittin' they wrists on the daily This music is more than you think Don't book me for just entertainment, it's entertainin' Hearin' these parents, they telling their kids My music is violent—you gotta be kidding me I guess that your definition of violence and mine Is something that we look at differently How do you picture me, huh? Want me to smile, you want me to laugh? You want me to walk on the stage with a smile on my face When I'm mad and put on a mask? For real though I mean, what you expect from me? I'm tryna do this respectfully They say that life is a race I knew my problems would prolly catch up eventually I do my best to be calm How you gon' write me and tell me you'd slaughter my family? That's just a glimpse to the stuff that gets sent to me These are the parts of my life they don't never see, woo! I am aware, it's aggressive I am not here for acceptance I don't know what you expected But what you expect when you walk in a therapy session, huh? [Chorus] Therapy, therapy session Therapy, therapy session [Verse 2] This girl at the show looked me in the face And told me her life's full of drama (Yeah!) Said her dad is abusive Apparently, he likes to beat on her mama I got so angry inside I wanted to tell her to give me his number But what you gon' do with it, right? You gon' hit him up then he'll start hittin' her harder, that's real These kids, they come to my shows With tears in they eyes Imagine someone looking at you And sayin' your music's the reason that they are alive Sometimes I don't know how to handle it This type of life isn't glamorous This ain't an act for the cameras (Nah!) You see me walk on these stages But have no idea what I'm dealing with after it, nah! I put it all in the open This is the way that I cope with all my emotion I'm taking pictures with thousands of people But honestly, I feel like nobody knows me I'm tryin' to deal with depression I'm tryin' to deal with the pressure How you gon' tell me my music does not have a message When I'm lookin' out at this crowd full of people I know I affected? Agh! I got some things in my life (My life) I know I should let 'em go (Let 'em go) Let me jot it down (Jot it down) Let me take a mental note (Mental note) I put it all in this microphone (Microphone) Think about that for a minute What is the point of this song? I'm just ventin' But what you expect from a therapy session, huh? [Chorus] Therapy, therapy session Therapy, therapy session [Verse 3] What you think about me —That doesn't worry me I know I handle some things immaturely I know that I need to grow in maturity I ain't gon' walk on these stages, in front of these people And act like I live my life perfectly That doesn't work for me "Christian" is not the definition of what "perfect" means, woo! I ain't the type to be quiet I ain't gon' sit here in silence If I wouldn't say what I say to your face Then I promise you, I wouldn't say it in private I am not lyin' People go off on my page, and I'm tryin' to quit the replyin' But this is ridiculous I'm passionate, man, I really mean what I'm writing You want me to keep it a hundred? Okay, I'll keep it a hundred I see a whole lot of talkin' on socials But honestly, I don't see nothing in public I kinda love it, yeah "Why don't you write us some happy raps? That would be awesome" "All of your music is moody and dark, Nate" —Don't get me started (Yeah!) You wanna know what it's like if you met me in person? Listen to my verses This music is not just for people Who sit in the pews and pray at the churches, nah! I won't reject it I don't expect everyone to respect it I don't expect you to get my perspective But what you expect from a therapy session? Huh? [Outro] I mean, I think sometimes people—they confuse what I'm doin' I write about life, I write about things that I'm actually dealing with Something that I'm actually experiencing This is real for me Like, this is something that personally helps me as well I'm not confused about who gave me the gift God gave me the gift and he gave me the ability to—to do this And he also gave me this as an outlet And that's what music is for me When I feel something, whether it's anger Um, it's a passion about something—or frustration Like, this is where I go This is—this is—that's the whole "NF Real Music" thing, man This is real for me—I need this This is a