Lyrics:
dishes
Catch the bus or you'll miss it
Easier to dismiss it
And appointments I'm missing
Part of me I've been missing
Feels like something is missing
Good morning
Dr. Liftalot's Office
How can I help you
Is this Dr. Liftalot speaking
Yes, speaking
I'd like to make an appointment for a brain
myself, kinda like my therapy
No appointment necessary
Cuz your heartbeat always got me
I promised Ony that I'd bring the heat up on his beat
I pray his
dick
Setting they appointments
I don't come
They throwing fits
I be breaking backs I think
I'm Shaq up inna' paint
Need a neat freak
Next to me
Pussy
down
And I'm going to leave it there
To all the broken hearted
And all the disappointed
This is a Divine appointment
This is a Divine appointment
You
the first appointment
Lunch in heaven
What a disappointment
I could run away
with Captain Courageous
I could live on fruit
in Montego Bay
I could run a bar
Like daddy can you make it swirl
Work my body
I need a lick appointment baby (oh)
(Work my body)
‘Cause I’ve been disappointed lately (oh)
(Work my body)
was young I really fucked a bitch inside a skating rink
What
We can do it all night
You missed your dick appointment love I called twice
Im'a rock
my counterattack
Make an appointment to meet
Tell em that it overlaps
With projects by people not parasites looking for fame
Bitch thanks for the chat
on you
I heard she got money
I heard she got time
I heard that she fly
I heard that she patience she takin her time
She keep her appointments she keep her
that we'll always know
So fuck it, I just take another one (Another one)
I've got another appointment in the morning
My lithium ain't even working
I'm
baby
No late night appointments girl
You know I'm horny but i'mma be
All night baby (Yea)
All night baby
Damn I'm sick of you
Time for something new
sweet
Skyway
Dear dad
I'm afraid the appointment's over
Here here
So sad
I bought a lamp to cope with
My fear, my past
My garden's overflowing
Two
I'm doin' good, I'm out here in Chicago, I'm workin
I know you're in Chicago, you're coming home tomorrow
How'd your appointment go?
My appointment went
an appointment
I was moving tech like I’m bill gates
You still play with squares, that’s a cup cake
Doing meetings in a M4
Till we drop the top in a rolls wraith
there or gone
Keep moving on
And this is an ode
To all that we've been through
All the appointments
And the therapy we've been to
Has money gone to waste
around
You make an appointment so we can all hang out!
Dr. Funk will see you now
Woah Dr. Funk, oh you know what they say
I guess it's true every dog has
"Hello, Clairvoyant Carl, would you like to make an appointment"
I've explained yes my Grandma is dead and no
She didn't have a dog or a cat large or small
to let you know that it's by appointment only now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, we by appointment only now
Cross around my neck to remind me I'm a saint
But I ain't
your life away
Appointments every day
Sometimes it's hard to eat
When I tell jokes, I get weak
I crack my knuckles loud
My body echoes the sound
You know
I had six appointments
But I missed them
Walking on the moon
Looking down on the earth
25 years have passed since my birth
Drink in my hand but I
My dentist appointment
Was just missed
(He had an appointment with Dr. Berry; it took him two months to make it)
But there was really nothing
That I
get lit
Lit forever take a trip
Lets see how far we can get
Fucking up all the parties
Plugged in we just walk in
No appointments; no callin
Told
get my groove on
You know I don't wanna listen to these hoes
I'm just somewhere in the funk and letting go
Cancel all my appointments cause I ain't
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