Lyrics:
a specimen
Tasty cut the guts from the grape
Green with the medicine
Sick I need some clinical aid
Live off adrenaline
Baby thick like whipped Minute Maid
With
then... I found Happease
The medicine man
Got lots of friends
He’ll cure you right
But he plays two hands
He say come right in
Cause it’s wounds I mend
He
medicine
Got me coming back
My life was clinical
A panicked individual
Hiding from the visual outside my bed
Cynical
But you changed it from invisible
Maybe
to
My second adolescence
This is the side of bed that I wake up on
Not to be clinical but this is my depression
Not to be cynical but every love
Song is
out in this Galaxy
Ima shooting star
Wit none to come before travel after me
On life Til it ends (Yo)
Ima be the man
Writing in my captain's journal
wrapped up in the silence
You make me feel less cynical
Your love is medicine, so clinical
You make me feel less cynical
Your love is medicine, so clinical
a quiet man
Clinical, the medicine has got me spittin' violence
Drop bars on these beats, stayin' up, no sleep, yeah
Paper, paper that I need, grind hard
on that pinnacle
Kill you with my lyricals, call me verbal criminal
Send you to that clinical, subscribe use of chemicals
Audio and visual, can't see me,
genitals, I stay on that pinnacle
Kill you with my lyricals, call me verbal criminal
Send you to that clinical, subscribe use of chemicals
Audio
genitals, I stay on that pinnacle
Kill you with my lyricals, call me verbal criminal
Send you to that clinical, subscribe use of chemicals
Audio
these vital times
All these clinical trials make it feel like I'm facing double jeopardy
Been sick of crying now my uncles dying
Breathlessly searching
physical it's mental
The heroes weren't clinical they were sentimental
She told me go with your heart, go with your heart
That's the place where the sunset
mistakes everybody's messed up sometimes
But it's okay, but it's okay
Somedays I'm alone
So scared of getting old
Taking medicine to ease my mind
But
The way I am with you
Our life will be a journal
That i’m writing with you
You know you’re always on my mind
I think about you all the time
You know you’re
not just the
Blues but a struggle
With depression maybe it's clinical and
Got you taking medicine or maybe not but you
Taking counseling session
Lying by the dying flame, drifting off to sleep
She drops the black leather journal she's been clutching tight
She's a bioengineer, hazard level
Mary Kay Letourneau was sending
Me letters from jail every day in journals
Saying how she wanted to smother
Me in lettuce and mayo
I'm the medicine man,
abandoned
Well I'm no scientist, that's not what I went to school for
And I'm not a doctor, so I don't know much about medicine
But I'm willing to bet that
it harder to speak
When someone else is listening
In the back of a medicine cabinet
You can find your life story
And your future in the side
clinical medicine
Don't judge me in comparison
A different specimen
I'm solid I got more backbone a thicker skeleton
I'm riding riding riding in a single
I'll handle it
That's why I'm keeping the medicine
Roll up with more love like - Do me
Hold up, I'm rolling a doubie
Girl hold up, I'm rolling a doubie
A boy on the table
A mannequin
For the study of medicine
The clinical air so thick
Who could ever breathe here
And there he goes followed by his
how the thang blow
You over the top like kango
Hop in the whip when I say so
Keep the medicinal clinical
Mr clean
How I remove the residuals
Toxic
God's ways aren't yours
I want you to know your pains are nailed to the cross
Na person when dey sick na dey find medicine
Na who no dey balance na dey
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