Solo - Doctor's Orders lyrics

[Verse 1: Solo] I'm looking for a sign and it ain't coming I'm cutting ties, my days disappear in clouds, I stay blunted Doctors orders, focus on what's important Keep the profile low as I cross the border Mr Sol to the O, Just a day in a life Got me all dressed up, with nowhere to go Oh well Lonely nights living out a hotel Scheming on the prize, piece of mind like a nobel In the meantime I'm tryna travel light Less weight to carry like you gotta pick your battles right The best defense, I'm on the attack, under False pretense I wanna react, holding me back Till my chest tighter than my grip I might do better if I just let it, slip Hot blood up against cold steel Careful how you wield, or you might be the one to feel [Hook: Solo & Urthboy & Muph] [S] Make no mistake, anger is a curved blade [U] You can get cut in the worst way Cause you were better off in the first place [S] If you grip it too tight Might wind up with a burst vein And that's real, be careful how you wield Or you might be the one to feel Make no mistake, Anger is a curved blade [M] You can get cut in the worst way Cause you were better off in the first place [S] If you grip it too tight Might wind up with a burst vein And that's real, be careful how you wield Or you might be the one to feel [Verse 2: Urthboy] Hey s**a i'd have wished you the worst Wish you'd have tripped, put my fist in your words Rip you to pieces, Shredded to a blur Fall like confetti, a shadow of whatever you were Closed the door like do not disturb Reduce your whole book to a blurb As far as I'm concerned Let the pages burn Let the tears confirm That your careers adjourned 'n' I just Set my mind to your down fall Like, It's somehow set our watches And pre occupied my time with your misfortune Till it'd become unconscious Followed my compa**, to schadenfreude but cold comfort Called back, cos when you fell I just fell flat So go for yours and go for mine, Ha To wish you ill is just a waste of my time C'mon [Verse 3: Muph] We hit the ground, about to be going our separate ways I can feel us slowing down, dems the brakes We exit the plane When theres nothing to to say when nothing's been said So I'm saying goodbye that's it I jet Now I'm a sunday gentleman with a pen in my hand Never thought much about that exit plan For all the resentment that I let get in the way Here I am as I stand still a wannabe hemming way Tryna make every page better than the last Same way I live life try and let go of the past f** a double edge blade I'm tryna keep the pen mighty Be up all night, too tired to keep fighting Doctors orders More bottles of water What kind of dad would you wanna be for your daughter? The soberant thought of war, what is it good for? As if they force my hand to draw blood with this blade Until I'm falling on my own sword, Sure... And whos that gonna save? [Hook]