Nik Bates - We Could Play Doctor lyrics

[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 bu*ton 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 embarra**ed 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 ba** 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]