A Talk With My Shrink

Why is my heart cold ? Doc, I have a fuckin problem No, listen, listen I have a fuckin problem You're not gettin it Just listen Doc, my third eye it has its own head What's even more crazy is it has its own leg It can do a trick where it rise from the dead Then it's on the search for a Faberge Egg, look Shawty, she want the whole world and some She said she think I'm cute, she think I'm handsome She stole my heart for a ransom Showed her to my niggas, they like, "Damn, son" Love to watch her walk and run Prefer to lay in, and one She's such a dream, you know what I mean Better than a drug, was more than a fiend Once I got one hit, shit was over Then she left me, hit with the cold shoulder Doc, that's why my heart is colder One of the reasons I don't stay sober Like a bridge I need to get over I know Life's a bitch, what's the damn hold up? I ask myself in the mirror Doc, could it be any clearer I guess I'm so lucky I can think with two heads My third eye it has its own head Doc, don't care if this sound crazy cause it has its own leg Look, it does this trick, it rises from the dead Deploy millions of soldiers, march ahead All on the search for a Faberge Egg, look I was doing 60 Sign said limit 50 Maybe it said 40 Drunk like Rick and I'm talking to Morty No, I meant I'm talkin to shawty It's like 4 in the mornin But nobody yawnin She put her body on My third eye that has its own head it Did its trick, it rose from the dead Stood up straight, yeah, on its own leg Ready to start the search for that egg Doc, that's my fuckin problem I have a fuckin problem My third eye a fuckin monster So, can you help me