Lyrics:
They call me Doc but I ain't got no degree
When the shit hits the fan, they're callin' for me
From Bluegrass Kentucky with red blood on my hands
and radio
And Doc, and 923, and everybody is it
Just me? Or did you hear
That song so many times
You still wanna play it for free
Ayy, and gimme, ayy
You know
Well what brings you in today?
I don't know doc. I'm just hurting all over
So when you say you're hurt, what do you mean by that?
Who hurt you?
What did
some trauma and wanna doc that’s understanding
It makes me sad when those celebrities spread advice that kills
But docs who do it out of love get
and vaudefillian famous
For singing "Swannee"
Written with words by Irving Ceasar
And music by Ira
Gershwin in 1919 became a big hit for
Jolson in 1920 and was
speaking
Regurgitating things I've eaten, poly seeds
And jelly beans and shit
Mickey d and these demons are fish
Love the sea men, I love fishing
I go like
You can just go ahead and put me in the cup homie (Haha)
Ultimate Victory March 27th
Kane on the beat (Yeah woo)
You know I'ma let 'em know baby
You
You can just go ahead and put me in the cup homie (Haha)
Ultimate Victory March 27th
Kane on the beat (Yeah woo)
You know I'ma let 'em know baby
You
I got nothing but love
For the rappers that raised me
Showed me that I could be black and amazing
Gave me confidence to rise from the pavement
But
Fuck a Phillie
Five got the Dutch, Buckshot got the Colin Powell
Check my dialect from my diaphragm
You got your nine by your waistline (and)
Me
scream
Now bow down and praise the lord for the wing ding
I got skill to deal and run game on bitches
You can tell that I'm sick by the triple sixes
I
shoulder
Surrounded by a gang of niggaz he screamed loud
"I'm sorry for bombin Iraq!" but they still fucked him doggystyle
And that's when my dream started
Afghanistan held for ransom
By the hand of this black man
Neo-colonial puppet
White power with a black face
He said fuck it i’ll do it
A master of disguise,
punish who you think it does
So I been showing love and hating less
And she just sent a text I prolly never hit her back
Some rather bask in their problems
you might make a nice bit of money
Hundred dollar bills
Benjamin Franklins filled, folded just for the thrill
Go numb until I can't feel,
Doc and Sally inside
They're cooking for the down five
Who's staring at Miss Rayon
Who's busy licking up her pig pen
I'm searching for my
Doc and Sally inside
They're cooking for the down five
Who's staring at Miss Rayon
Who's busy licking up her pig pen
I'm searching for my
Doc and Sally inside
They're cooking for the down five
Who's staring at Miss Rayon
Who's busy licking up her pig pen
I'm searching for my
it’s the wave we on
Mask on, mask off might just stay at home
Made a place for my dreams I’m a sightseer
Wipe the glum off his face yeah yeah he a grim
and never lost, I'm a winner
How can you be close to someone new for the summer but don't even know who your cousin is?
I don't even get it, I just really
mouth, negativity is not allowed
Always doubting I'm about to start to call it out
Done with wishing in position for a large amount
Stacks, but not just so
wrongs make a right
Let me take you by the arm, I'm alligator-like (bite her arm)
Gal, I waited all my life for you, heart is racin' like Talladega
can have a utopia! We can
Love each other! But the rules gotta
Be fair khaled and Drake and radio and
Doc and 923 and everybody is
It just me, or did
the next day
Just to apologize so i said ok
She says she wants to come over and see me
And do any thing to fuck the DOC
She said she loves me but i didn't
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