Artist: Clipse f/ Pharrell Album: Til the Casket Drops Song: Counseling Typed by: d.m.bamford@gmail.com Yo... [Chorus - Pharrell] Look at that ass just bouncin' Oh, god, I need counselin' Images in my head steady houndin' Oh, god, I need counselin' You don't want to bring your chicks around me Oh, god, I need counselin' How many chicks do I got? I'm still countin' Shhh, man, I need counselin' Hey! I think I got a problem... problem... And I need an open ear to try to solve 'em Having a hard time pickin' out my darlin' So until then I guess I juggle all 'em Nah, I ain't gonna beg my pardon 'Cause I don't shop for none of ya'll bitches at all BEE... Sippin' on the sweetest of Chardon-NAY I balls, I don't bargain, SEE? I used to be all about the fat ass Then I found a cutie with a flat ass Good hair, nice smile, but a flat ass Two-outta-three, shit, I couldn't let that pass Doc, what you gonn' 'bout this? 'Cause I ain't got a clue 'bout this I'm use to getting what, when I want, where I want, how I want Then them girls holler, "You ain't shit" [Chorus] So many chicks I can't pick a favorite My shrink even say my behavior's sick The hips, to how shorty lick her lips Just a few thoughts that come to mind as I reminisce Temptation, always been my nemesis A few sips then take it back to my premises Innocence lost once again How could we be more than friends? Baby, don't be mad, think back on all the fun that we had The love we share is so cheap like a E-class You ain't alone, I too am a sleaze bag I guess I need a celebrity rehab because Ain't no real chance in love, all my wrong-doings forbid me to trust Oh, God, forgive me for lust, don't let another heart get crushed C'mon, yo [Chorus] [Break - sung] You're sneakin' in the doorway late last night But I ain't got the will to try and fight These bitches steady houndin' Think you'd better go to counselin' Then maybe you should keep inside Maybe I'm crazy, maybe, just maybe It's hard findin' time, can't tell me I'm lazy The way my phone ring may seem a bit shady I'm 'bout my cash money, ma, maybe it's baby How you persuade me, via email Fresh out the shower, sendin' pics from your cell Wishin' I was there, takin' a flick myself And then hate to leave I can't afford to leave a trail [Chorus]