T-Pain — Therapy (feat. Kanye West)

Please, get those eye brows down.

You’re not imagining anything.

This is indeed a track by T-Pain.

But this isn’t about some drink in the club. This is about one of the best choruses to be written in the history of music that incorporates the age old gimmick of rhyming stuff while counting to 10: “1, 2, 3, 4, get the hell up out my door / 5, 6, 7, 8, I don’t need your sex I’ll masturbate.” Really, do lyrics get better than that?


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s