FrivolousShara - Doctor, Doctor lyrics

Step up, step, step, step up Step up, step, step, step up [Verse 1: FrivolousShara] I swear that they should call me Doctor, doctor on the low The way my music, music, yeah it purifies the soul Prescription to your highs and prescription for your lows Surgery is pending, all visitors should go My emotions are so trippy that I thought I was on acid For just a quick second I was druggie, druggie addict Higher than a plane that I'm flying in the sky Pilot with no wings Only here to sky dive I'm praying to the Lord as I fall that I don't crumble As I am steady, steady climbing up this rubble But I've got the ropes, and yeah I'm here to rise I can be anything, I have freedom to try [Hook] I swear that they should call me Doctor, doctor on the low [Verse 2: D-Shocka] Wavy, yo So many people told me what they wanna be And said I showed them all these visions they ain't wanna see f** the drama A n***a tryna keep the peace Focused on myself so there's no one that I'm trying to please See, you can be anything that you want You just have that time When you know you stuck Lost on the road Starting to doubt your goal Key in the ignition, but the car won't go Yeah I know what that's like And to be honest, this be what I think 'bout 'Cause when you go to sleep, you in a dream But when you wake up this what it's 'bout Reality, pain with a mixture of happiness But even then a n***a still figure I need a break from the downs Like after Kramer calling that black guy a n***a [Hook] [Verse 2: FrivolousShara] Pose of a Praying mantis Yeah, I am an insect Instinct greater than that of a colt All it took was time, had to find my own stroke Suddenly down the stream is where I row the boat I am fisher And I am a hunter Capturing all that come in my view Oh what a beautiful, beautiful shoot Pictures filled with memories, memories, how cute Imma learn the ways I was taught by Master Splinter Imma learn the waves I'm a surfer on her board Imma learn the wait I'm a lover, not a fighter Imma learn the weight I can carry it on my shoulders While growing bolder So whistle please, the wind is listening I hear your sentimental battle cries... They come alive in the night time Gather ‘round the moon to see a shooting star [Hook] I swear that they should call me doctor, doctor on the low Step up, Step, step, step up...