Script From The Doc Lyrics

[Intro music]

[Verse 1]
It's been dark in my lighthouse
I been living like lights out
Tryna tell my brain to just pipe down
Like I'm alright now
Truth is that I'm walking round
f*cked up
Like I been throwing Jack down
And ya'll know I act wild
I been at rock bottom
My problem is
That all I know is mischief and blackouts
My demons are back now
Whiskey bottle's hollow
No role model to follow
So I'ma need more of that crown
To act clown
Now all I'm consuming are fat pounds
So pass it round
Let the smoke hit the background
Be for real with yourself and don't ever back down
From the shit you battle with
Tryin' not to relapse now
I rely on feelin happiness from a spliff now
Sick how
You called me what you wanted
And I smiled
A xanny bar and Jack D
Washes it back down
At 17 I couldn't see
My mirror ain't cracked now
Just wait a minute
Meditating with medic patients
Unmеdicated
Smoking DMT in a dead head basеment
Heretic face
And I'll just take a hater with hate to say and I'll make him say it right into my face
Playing Patiently Waiting while I blaze
Ghost Train Haze
Got sticky in the J
On the road to riches
I'm trying not to blow out my brain
Tryna find a reason not to hide this pain
Am I insane
Cause all I ever wanted was to feel like
I could feel again
[Chorus]
Triggering thoughts
Some disappear when I swig the Smirnoff
Some I can hear through the Indica coffin
The rest wanna see my script from the Doc [Verse 2]
Giddy giddy up
Liquor up in your sippy cup
I got a couple f*cks
And quap of the bud
Let's get the money
Don't gotta wonder
What I'm up to
I'm into running
Circles in my head
I need some weed
A fifth of rum and
I'm comin' for the top
I ain't about to stop now
Can't just pick a spot
I'm prone to pistol pop
I might just lick a shot
No I said liquor shot
And then go pick a lock
Dolo
And go get the guap
Been on my own since
I was a young one
Used to ride around
Just looking
For some fun
Then I got a pound
From the cops I would run run
Around town from
Sun up and then
From sun

Down
Diggy
Diggy
Down
Flippin' quarter pounds
Three and then I'm out
Keep an ounce
And then smoke it down
Yeah I been rolling on my own
Sittin' staring at my phone
On some drugs I can't condone
I can't leave ‘em alone
So I'm pouring all of it
Handling
Jack
Jameson
Jim
Man I'm In the wind
And I play to win
Got some gritty skin
Wit a witty grin
Little pretty bitty
She a ten
Ten
Ten
Ten
[Chorus]
Triggering thoughts
Some disappear when I swig the Smirnoff
Some I can hear through the Indica coffin
The rest wanna see my script from the Doc

Triggering thoughts
Some disappear when I swig the Smirnoff
Some I can hear through the Indica coffin
The rest wanna see my script from the Doc

[Outro music]

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