Doctor Doctor

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Purpose] So I roll into work looking like shit (I'm sorry) Boss lemme put it like this: If this job made me feel less liking knifing myself Then I might take a little more pride in myself [?] jeans sagged there's some issues Boss like: He didn't wear that to the interview Oh, you with her? Let her through Tell her pretty friend: Come too Everybody gather round, lemme do what the hell I do Maybe I'm a bad influence Mumma should have told me not to swear when we have visitors Fuck it, Maybe she did, maybe I'm a bad listener No I'm not sorry, yes I had a hand in on it (Ay) What in the world make Purpose that different? Is it the track? (Is it?) This substance is magnificent This is music for the fan to rap The beat's like just enough bounce for her to put some back into it (Yo) [Chorus] Doctor, Doctor, what can you prescribe me I'm feeling a little bit sick I was up but now I'm down, yeah I took a little while to admit I hope a get well soon [Bridge 1] You can't deny it, you a straight rider You don't wanna fuck with me I got my whole squad here with me It's PE till I D-I-E [Verse 2: Purpose] The G the F the OMW Stands for get the fuck outta my way when I'm coming through Make a move and get worked, yes sir "Nobody move nobody get hurt" Ah, Adelaide is bout to go through some dramatic change So stubborn, bout to the the falcon candy painted This is my emancipation You're looking more surprised then my teachers the day I graduated How could you be so easily aggravated What's with the ego? Cease with these allegations They all made up Hugh still [?] That's a Drake reference, but you can thank me later (Take care) Sorry to be difficult and seem jaded But that's my girl and this seat's taken We gon' end up at the police station Except I'll beat the charge and roll a spliff with my reals papers (Yo) [Chorus] Doctor, Doctor, what can you prescribe me I'm feeling a little bit sick I was up but now I'm down, yeah I took a little while to admit I hope a get well soon [Bridge 2] You rappers are so sloppy You don't want me around (Uh-ah) Step out that booth you can smell the smoke on me I burn it B-burn it B-burn it down [Verse 3] See I walk and talk like I got money to burn But I'm dead broke, I blow whatever money I earn Triumphant return, this one's gonna hurt Crush em' when I back up like a truck in reverse (Ay) See my Ex proved love's just a word Found herself a new friend So I F—ed one of hers' Still get up at 6am and tuck in my shirt Support me not showing up on Monday for work (Woo) While I'm at it, tell your man he playing me too close (Too close) We ain't friends, you ain't Lisa Kudrow But truth's cold as a tombstone But me and your girl smiling at ya Like we know something you don't Smelling like Hugo Boss What would you know? Fumo blues, so far gone like Pluto Me numero uno Keep up you're too slow I need suckers screwing up their face The truth's home [Scratches: DJ Hacksaw] You must be bugging out Another fucking madman born to the planet Challenge any team or solo You must be bugging out I'm psyched out You must be new to my shit I'm psyched out You must be new to my shit Another fucking madman born to the planet