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nik bates - we could play doctor كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
cough cough, i’m feeling pretty sick
i need a fix and i need it right quick!
she said she’ll do a home visit if i wanna
call you over girl, we could play doctor

[verse 1]
ha, she finna put me in a clinic
filling my prescription, i know i’m getting in it
didn’t even finish now i’m pushing on the call b-tton
novocain, now i’m feeling like i’m on something
(hey!) won’t you take me to my room?
222, white room with the view
light blue tunic, but i’m tuning into you
i’m too foolish? i’m fooling with you
tripping on my iv, i’m embarr-ssed
speechless like a mime in paris
she’s laughing at my hysterics
mirror mirror, know that i’m the fairest
3rd floor er, i know where the party at
you the only one who knowing where my heart be at
my heart racing, i’m running from this heart attack
you arresting my cardiac

[hook x2]
cough cough, i’m feeling pretty sick
i need my fix and i need it right quick!
she said she’ll do a home visit if i wanna
call you over girl, we could play doctor

[verse 2]
now things getting stressful
next door be a dude who’s mental
talking that mess, like he think he got a chance
little did he guess that i’m her man
ha, i want her with me
calling her to me, ‘cause i got ‘water on my knee’
she fixed my ‘broken heart,’ i could tell from the start
that i fell for her hard, as i felt on the scars
i got ‘spare ribs’ all up in the ‘bread basket’
my ‘wrenched ankle’ has just started cracking
the ‘charley horse’ made it worse as i sat and
the verse is reason why this ‘writer is cramping’
but you know i stay lamping
‘cause i’m on, plugged in and i’m amping
d batteries for this lite brite love
and the way she go down make my nose light up, hey

[hook x2]

[verse 3]
they’re asking you for my condition
“his heart beats in a syncopated rhythm
he hasn’t spoken, and i knew that sunday
i think his blood is pumping with this boom bap drum b-ss
and the sample’s in his veins
get the stethoscope from the tray
in his chest i hear the ‘season of the witch’
the record’s in his brain, and that’s the reason that he spit
hook him up, he needs more fluid”
packed the bag full of hip-hop music
indie and punk, heavy metal and funk
jazz and electro that bumps in his trunk
egyptian love, got him on the nile raving
coltrane, bad brains, and miles davis
she dropped me, i never fully recovered
after finding out this music is my only true lover
hey girl, what’s gucci?

[hook x2]

- nik bates

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