ScHoolboy Q - Prescription Lyrics
[Verse 1]Prescription drugs, show me lovePercocets, AdderallXanny bars, get codeine involvedStuck in this body high, can't shake it offI'm falling off, I can't hold a thoughtWhat's wrong with me? Now the pressure creepI'm stressing deep, even in my sleepMy mommy call, I hit ignoreMy daughter calls, I press ignoreMy chin press on my chest, my knees press the floorI'm blanking out, woke up on the couchDinner on my shirt, my stomach hurtsI had a bust out in the 80's but yo, the karma's worseI cry when nothing's wrong, I'm mad when [?]My senses harmed, sluggish ruggishA couple Xannies popped, open my pill boxPrescription drugs[Interlude: Joy]What's wrong, daddy?! Wake up! Wake up![Verse 2]Prescription drugs, I fell in loveMy little secret, she gon' kill a thugMy body numb, she like to give me hugsI love her touch, I get a rushWhen she don't come around, I start to go nutsMy heart erupts, I'm curled in painMy phone ring, ring and ring and ringIf you ain't selling drugs, then I don't hear a thingMay 7, Ali calls, p.m. of 6:45, I finally answer this timeHe said "Come to the stu', I'm mixing all your rhymes"I don't decline, at least that's in my mindGrab the keys, need some wood for the treesDap the clerk 'fore I leave, max on my ACContinue right, remember seeing lightWise night, but that's my lifePrescription drugs[Part 2: Oxymoron][Hook]I just stopped selling crack todayI just stopped selling crack todayO-X-Y, a moronO-X-Y, a moron[Verse 1]Crazy, got my sex on wet in her MercedesLadies, get these off new shoes for my babyOxy, I don't know no Pablo or no papiWhat you know about a pill, plus a 8-ballYou gotta reel 50 times just to get a rack offUngh, I can get a hundred of 'em, make over 3 G'sOnly took two days, only read it one time, with his son, belly shineIn the rain for about nine months out the year '97 right hereFor Seattle nigga, cheersWhen I look up at y'all cityLike lookin' in the mirror, damn near had a careerJust might shed a tearUngh, yo, man this shit right hereFor my niggas who ain't make it home, sitting on a tearGot a dap to a nigga bright in hereFeeling life ain't fairIf I was in your shoes I would've copped, don't careHad a scene, had the medics like *clear*Ungh, big body cold like a Polar BearUngh, I done sold more shit than hookersExpensive tees, resemble a push upStopped selling crack, cause white don't ***** with niggasVanity slave, got whips and chainsDirty money, clean money the sameEven if I got life, I ain't saying a name[Hook][Verse 2]Groovy, when I die tell Spike Lee make a movieOh wee, cops bringing dogs so they don't sniff my ***** bootyOxy, O-X-Y, only feel like I could stop meQuincy, now how you nigga sliding up every now and then in a Bentley?Easy, 60-40-50, you can get one for 30 if you let me hook this tittyLet a nigga ***** then my dogs see your kittyJust stopped selling crack todayWhen it get hot, smoke a pill, watch it glide like Dr.JI prescribe you I'm your doctor kay?You can crush this shit, you can sniff this shitYou can take this shit, you can smoke this shitDo you like this shit, nigga?Your brain go numb, synthetic heroineWithout the injections, do the same love and affectionHow could they say feeling good is an addiction?But the world is full of shit so I don't listenIn fact "we livin' to die" is a contradictionSo trapping in a Nissan, O-X-Y, I keep 'em, O-X-Y, you need one[Hook]
