Lyrics ScHoolboy Q

ScHoolboy Q

Prescription

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 bust out in the 80's but yo, the karma's worse

I cry when nothing's wrong, I'm mad when 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

I just stopped selling crack today

I just stopped selling crack today

O-X-Y, a moron

O-X-Y, a moron

Crazy, got my sex on wet in her Mercedes

Ladies, 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 reel 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 read it one time, with his son, belly shine

In the rain for about nine months out the year '97 right here

For Seattle nigga, 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, yo, man this shit right here

For my niggas who ain't make it home, sitting on a tear

Got a dap to a nigga 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 shit than hookers

Expensive tees, resemble a push up

Stopped selling crack, cause white don't fuck with niggas

Vanity slave, got whips and chains

Dirty money, clean money the same

Even if I got life, I ain't saying a name

Groovy, when I die tell Spike Lee make a movie

Oh wee, cops bringing dogs so they don't sniff my bitch booty

Oxy, O-X-Y, only feel like I could stop me

Quincy, 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 titty

Let a nigga fuck 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 shit, you can sniff this shit

You can take this shit, you can smoke this shit

Do you like this shit, nigga?

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 shit so I don't listen

In fact "we livin' to die" is a contradiction

So trapping in a Nissan, O-X-Y, I keep 'em, O-X-Y, you need one