Medicine
Yo Donny, this shit gonna be crazy
Uh, yeah
Hy
Hy, Hy
Feel like I've been trapped in a maze, now I feel amazing
Remember them days when I was worth minimum wage
Now I'm getting paid cause bitch, that could never be me
I had some habits and if I relapsed
I coulda been holding up signs in the street
I'm reigning supreme, bitch my team supreme
Bitch I think I'm Bimmy
Move 'round the city like I can't be touched cause I keep it close
(I keep it close)
I don't live a life of crime, I just do enough and then I get ghost
Wondering what I love more, money or pussy or weed
It ain't even close, I need my money for smoke
'N never lost money for pussy, I guess there you go
Hy
Yeah
I keep on looking for ways out my head again
I keep the pace, I'm up later than Letterman
I put it all in the spliff to the face
And all of these girls keep on saying I'm dead to them
All of these girls really wanted a taste
And Donny just gave 'em a taste of their medicine
That's what he said to 'em
They used to wear on my patience
When I used to wonder still where I could take it
I was wound up so tight I would tear on occasion
The sound of the night was a bear of a change
Used to just stay up and stare at the pain
Head on the window, I'd stare at the rain
Watching it burn, I was swerving, my head out the window
Boy, I know they swear I'm deranged
Yeah
Said I wasn't phased, said I was okay
But that was a lot for me
Those were the days, whatever you say
Whatever you say, if that's what it's gotta be
This wasn't a phase, I wasn't gon' stray
I wasn't gon' play, this wasn't the lottery
Burning the sage, they lost in malaise
We fought in the shade, no stopping the odyssey
Yeah
I keep on looking for ways out my head again
I keep the pace, I'm up later than Letterman
I put it all in the spliff to the face
And all of these girls keep on saying I'm dead to them
All of these girls really wanted a taste
And Donny just gave 'em a taste of their medicine
That's what he said to 'em
Uh, yeah
Hy
Hy, Hy
Feel like I've been trapped in a maze, now I feel amazing
Remember them days when I was worth minimum wage
Now I'm getting paid cause bitch, that could never be me
I had some habits and if I relapsed
I coulda been holding up signs in the street
I'm reigning supreme, bitch my team supreme
Bitch I think I'm Bimmy
Move 'round the city like I can't be touched cause I keep it close
(I keep it close)
I don't live a life of crime, I just do enough and then I get ghost
Wondering what I love more, money or pussy or weed
It ain't even close, I need my money for smoke
'N never lost money for pussy, I guess there you go
Hy
Yeah
I keep on looking for ways out my head again
I keep the pace, I'm up later than Letterman
I put it all in the spliff to the face
And all of these girls keep on saying I'm dead to them
All of these girls really wanted a taste
And Donny just gave 'em a taste of their medicine
That's what he said to 'em
They used to wear on my patience
When I used to wonder still where I could take it
I was wound up so tight I would tear on occasion
The sound of the night was a bear of a change
Used to just stay up and stare at the pain
Head on the window, I'd stare at the rain
Watching it burn, I was swerving, my head out the window
Boy, I know they swear I'm deranged
Yeah
Said I wasn't phased, said I was okay
But that was a lot for me
Those were the days, whatever you say
Whatever you say, if that's what it's gotta be
This wasn't a phase, I wasn't gon' stray
I wasn't gon' play, this wasn't the lottery
Burning the sage, they lost in malaise
We fought in the shade, no stopping the odyssey
Yeah
I keep on looking for ways out my head again
I keep the pace, I'm up later than Letterman
I put it all in the spliff to the face
And all of these girls keep on saying I'm dead to them
All of these girls really wanted a taste
And Donny just gave 'em a taste of their medicine
That's what he said to 'em
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Writer(s): Joseph Crowley
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