Intro II [Bosnian translation]

[Verse]

(Yeah!) I'm back, did anyone miss me?

They said the second record can be tricky

Well, that's kind of funny, 'cause I am not trippin'

My fans—they know what it is and they with me

Yeah, I ain't the type that's gon' ride with the semi

I came from a town with three lights and no city

I've been doing shows for nothin' but pennies

When I leave the stage, they never forget me

Mansion was a glimpse of my life

I let you see what it's like to be in my head

People ask me what I think I think I'd be doin'

If it wasn't music, I'd rather be dead, agh!

You heard what I said, that was like me at a three

You don't wanna see me at ten

Or maybe you do

I promise if that is the case, then that is what y'all gonna get

If you're looking for music with watered down lyrics

I promise that you need to go somewhere else

And if you want somebody to tell you everything

That you wanna hear, I won't be any help

This flow is familiar, I think I heard it before

Yeah, I made it myself!

I left the door open to come in my mansion

But I never said it's a beautiful house

Some of y'all sat on the porch

Looked at my windows and stared at my door

They ask me if I'm gonna kill it this record

I laugh in their face and I ask 'em, "Do you see the blood on the floors?"

"He's at it again"

"NF is crazy, he's bad for the kids"

"He never talks about nothing but him"

"And my friends say, 'He's kind of a diva.'"

Well, you need to get some new friends

I'm as chill as it gets

'Til I get on the stage and flip on the switch

And I go to a place where nobody is

If you bring up my name in a song, that's something that you will regret

Learned a lot in a year

I remember the shows when no one was there

I remember the shows when nobody cared

Some people in front of me laughing like, "He isn't going nowhere."

It's funny now, isn't it?

This type of life isn't how I envisioned it

This type of life, it just ain't how I pictured it

I'm in the back of the tour bus

Tryin' to FaceTime my family, it's different

Not what you think it is

Write a review, tell me what you think of this

Give me three stars and call me an idiot

But to be honest, it don't make a difference

I know some people don't get it

But you have now entered a therapy session

If you don't like music that's personal

I have no clue what you people are doin' here, might as well throw out the record

I pull up a chair, I talk to my music like nobody's there

Only person I judge is the one in the mirror

And lately, he ain't doin' well

I don't need y'all in my ear

I'm tired of hearin' it

You call it music, I call her my therapist

She keep on telling me I have been carryin'

Way too much baggage, I need to take care of it

I know she's right, but, man, it's embarrassing

Music has raised me more than my parent did

Take out a picture of us and I stare at it

Who am I kiddin'? You probably ain't hearin' this

Show me an artist you wanna compare me with

You put us both on a track, I'ma bury 'em

Give me the shovel, it's 'bout to get scarier

None of you want it with rap, who you staring at?

I see you got beats, but where is the lyrics at?

NF is the logo, you know I've been wearin' that

Don't come to my show and be sittin' that very back

I call you out in the crowd like, "There he is!"

Thought I'd be happy, it feels like I'm cursed

It's hard to be clean when you play in the dirt

You gave me this place to go when I'm hurtin'

I thought it'd get better, but it's getting worse

And I got nobody to blame when I work

Like 24/7, I ain't been to church

And Satan keep callin' me, he tryna flirt

I hang up the phone, these are more than just words

I drive on that highway and listen to Mansion

I look up to God like, "When did this happen?"

Yellin' with all of my fans to wake up

But feel like I haven't

I get emotional, I didn't plan this

I'm doing things I never imagined

I'm sorry, but I gotta leave

I don't wanna be late for my therapy session, agh!

• Artist:NF
• Album:Therapy Session (2016)