Dr. Doc
Doctor Doc I got this feeling in my chest (Uh-hu?)
I know you checked me last week and I was bless
But I'm sure I got a couple lumps
Creeping up inside of me
'You know if you want to end it all
Just confide in me
We can walk you to the roof let you step off
Or I can write the right prescription that could turn your brain off
Make the pain stop'
Ye ok lets make the pain stop (pain stop, pain stop)
Physiologically I'm way off
Tried to book a therapist but she don't want the pay off
Told me that the only way she could take the strain off
Is to put the barrel to my brain click bang off
Already tried to make the pain stop
I did some healthy shit lost some weight but to hell with it
I'm going back to bunnin zoots and munching burgers
I'm hungry and determined to be hurting my life as a pessimist
Not to be confused with your nemesis
I'm a waste I recluse for the hell of it
When they see me they think
"Hm whats the problem with this boy why is he get so negative?
Life ain't so bad, he just needs to appreciate
What he's got, how he lives, you ain't on the street mate"
Yes that ain't the fucking problem that I've got though is it?
Problem is them thinking it's a gimmick
And I think I've hit my limit
As I start to exhibit all the symptoms
The paranoia steps in my system
I get hearing thoughts shooting off like a piston
I thought i could miss them but i feel 'em course through my system
Use my last bit of wisdom
I call up the Doc quick drive to the spot for a prescription
I hope he listens
(Yo, yo Eze? Yo, Eze? Bruv, come on!)
Doctor doc I got this feeling in my brain (Uh-hu?)
I know you told me last week that I was sane
But I'm sure I hear these little cunts scheming up inside of me
"You know if you want relief tell them to confide in me
We could breach what they mean" nah later Doc
For now I'll grab what I need to keep the brain locked
Though my psyche depletes at least the pain stops
"Eze G I hear the wheezing in your chest (Uh-hu?)
Your hearts seizing and your knees gone next
And i'm pretty sure if you roll a zoot trying to find relief
You'll end up tripping out hard as your mind goes deep
For all the times we beefed we could sit back and write to beats"
Who's the Doc? Man I think I been prescribing these
Things in my mind when i should just
Try to stick to trying to find my peace (uh)
I know you checked me last week and I was bless
But I'm sure I got a couple lumps
Creeping up inside of me
'You know if you want to end it all
Just confide in me
We can walk you to the roof let you step off
Or I can write the right prescription that could turn your brain off
Make the pain stop'
Ye ok lets make the pain stop (pain stop, pain stop)
Physiologically I'm way off
Tried to book a therapist but she don't want the pay off
Told me that the only way she could take the strain off
Is to put the barrel to my brain click bang off
Already tried to make the pain stop
I did some healthy shit lost some weight but to hell with it
I'm going back to bunnin zoots and munching burgers
I'm hungry and determined to be hurting my life as a pessimist
Not to be confused with your nemesis
I'm a waste I recluse for the hell of it
When they see me they think
"Hm whats the problem with this boy why is he get so negative?
Life ain't so bad, he just needs to appreciate
What he's got, how he lives, you ain't on the street mate"
Yes that ain't the fucking problem that I've got though is it?
Problem is them thinking it's a gimmick
And I think I've hit my limit
As I start to exhibit all the symptoms
The paranoia steps in my system
I get hearing thoughts shooting off like a piston
I thought i could miss them but i feel 'em course through my system
Use my last bit of wisdom
I call up the Doc quick drive to the spot for a prescription
I hope he listens
(Yo, yo Eze? Yo, Eze? Bruv, come on!)
Doctor doc I got this feeling in my brain (Uh-hu?)
I know you told me last week that I was sane
But I'm sure I hear these little cunts scheming up inside of me
"You know if you want relief tell them to confide in me
We could breach what they mean" nah later Doc
For now I'll grab what I need to keep the brain locked
Though my psyche depletes at least the pain stops
"Eze G I hear the wheezing in your chest (Uh-hu?)
Your hearts seizing and your knees gone next
And i'm pretty sure if you roll a zoot trying to find relief
You'll end up tripping out hard as your mind goes deep
For all the times we beefed we could sit back and write to beats"
Who's the Doc? Man I think I been prescribing these
Things in my mind when i should just
Try to stick to trying to find my peace (uh)
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Writer(s): Martin Schober, Max Sweiry
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