Prescription/Oxymoron

  • Prescription drugs, show me love
    Percocets, Adderall
    Xanny bars, get codeine involved
    Stuck in this body high, can't shake it off
    I'm falling off, I can't hold a thought
    What's wrong with me? Now the pressure creep
    I'm stressing deep, even in my sleep
    My mommy call, I hit ignore
    My daughter calls, I press ignore
    My chin press on my chest, my knees press the floor
    I'm blanking out, woke up on the couch
    Dinner on my shirt, my stomach hurts
    I had a ball sellin' 80s but yo, the karma's worse
    I cry when nothing's wrong, I'm mad when peace is involved
    My senses harmed, sluggish ruggish
    A couple Xannies popped, open my pill box
    Prescription drugs

    What's wrong, daddy?! Wake up! Wake up!

    Prescription drugs, I fell in love
    My little secret, she gon' kill a thug
    My body numb, she like to give me hugs
    I love her touch, I get a rush
    When she don't come around, I start to go nuts
    My heart erupts, I'm curled in pain
    My phone ring, ring and ring and ring
    If you ain't selling drugs, then I don't hear a thing
    May 7, Ali calls, p.m. of 6:45, I finally answer this time
    He said "Come to the stu', I'm mixing all your rhymes"
    I don't decline, at least that's in my mind
    Grab the keys, need some wood for the trees
    Dap the clerk 'fore I leave, max on my AC
    Continue right, remember seeing light
    Wise night, but that's my life
    Prescription drugs

    What's wrong? You tired? You mad? Okay, I love you, daddy

    I just stopped selling crack today
    I just stopped selling crack today
    (What you say? What you say?)
    O-X-Y, a moron, O-X-Y, a moron

    I just stopped selling crack today
    I just stopped selling crack today
    (What you say? What you say?)
    O-X-Y, a moron, O-X-Y, a moron

    Crazy, got my sex on wet in her Mercedes
    80s, get these off new shoes for my baby
    Oxy, I don't know no Pablo or no papi
    What you know about a pill, plus a 8-ball
    You gotta re-up 50 times just to get a rack off, ungh
    I can get a hundred of 'em, make over 3 G's
    Only took two days, only re-up'd one time
    Where the sun barely shine and it rain for about
    Nine months out the year, man it's something right here
    For Seattle n****, cheers, when I look up at y'all city like lookin' in the mirror
    Damn near had a career, just might shed a tear, ungh
    Man, this s*** right here for my n****s who ain't make it home
    Sitting on a tear, got a dap to a n**** bright in here, feeling life ain't fair
    If I was in your shoes, I would've copped, don't care
    Had a scene, had the medics like clear, ungh
    Big body cold like a Polar Bear, ungh
    I done sold more s*** than hookers, expensive tees, resemble a push up
    Stopped selling crack, cause white don't f*** with narcos
    Vanity slave, got whips and chains
    Dirty money, clean money the same, even if I got life, I ain't saying a name

    I just stopped selling crack today
    I just stopped selling crack today
    (What you say? What you say?)
    O-X-Y, a moron, O-X-Y, a moron

    I just stopped selling crack today
    I just stopped selling crack today
    (What you say? What you say?)
    O-X-Y, a moron, O-X-Y, a moron

    Groovy, when I die tell Spike Lee make a movie
    Oh wee, cops bringing dogs so they don't sniff my b**** booty
    Oxy, O-X-Y, only feel like I could stop me
    Quincy, now how you n**** 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 titty
    Let a n**** f*** then my dogs see your kitty
    Just stopped selling crack today
    When it get hot, smoke a pill, watch it glide like Dr. J
    I prescribe you I'm your doctor, kay?
    You can crush this s***, you can sniff this s***
    You can take this s***, you can smoke this s***
    Do you like this s***, n****?
    Your brain go numb, synthetic heroine
    Without the injections, do the same love and affection
    How could they say feeling good is an addiction?
    But the world is full of s***, so I don't listen
    In fact "We living to die" is a contradiction
    So trapping in a Nissan, O-X-Y, I keep 'em, O-X-Y, you need one

    I just stopped selling crack today
    I just stopped selling crack today
    (What you say? What you say?)
    O-X-Y, a moron, O-X-Y, a moron

    I just stopped selling crack today
    I just stopped selling crack today
    (What you say? What you say?)
    O-X-Y, a moron, O-X-Y, a moron Writer/s: MARK ANTHONY SPEARS, QUINCEY HANLEY, WILLIAM T. BROWN, WILLIE BROWN
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Songtrust Ave
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