DR. WHOEVER

Aminé

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    Sad on your muthafuckin b-day? Bitch, what the fuck?
    Don't you realize you poppin'?
    Every time you walk in the room you break necks
    Necks? But you tellin' me you sad on your muthafuckin' b-day
    Yeah
    Yeah

    Yeah
    I sit here and tell you my problems
    That's how this work, right?
    I'm s'posed to be open and honest
    But I got time, right?
    My niggas having seshes and I'm doin' sessions
    Can't man up if masculinity your only weapon
    Man, I've thought about suicide a hundred times
    But, I'd hate to disappoint and see my mama cry
    Birthdays these days be the worst days
    'Cause I know I'm getting older and not happier
    Me and my father love each other but we barely show it
    He hates that I left home and the lawn is now his to mow it
    He look at my generation and think that fashion's over
    I kill my sister if she ever model Fashion Nova (true)
    I'm always on a flight, or I'm in a hurry
    I miss when losing my virginity was my only worry
    Back when putting on a condom had me really scary
    And milkshakes were the only time we'd eat a cherry
    I think learning how to eat pussy from someone who eat pussy
    Is better than learning from someone who doesn't
    And that's word to my ex
    And that's word to my tongue
    And that's word to the woman who had my heart beatin' drums (drums, drums)
    Yeah

    Love is what I cherished and Miss Parrish
    Flew all the way to Paris and we made out on my terrace
    I kept it on the low low, 'cause I was in love
    And the shade I had in my room was already enough
    I'm going on some dates and I'm making some plans
    But it's hard to find some love if the girl is a fan
    And after we fuck, she want a picture with me
    She got me feeling like Paper Boi, but I cry when she leaves

    These intros ain't meant to be bangers
    They meant for you and me so we'll never end up as strangers
    Will Ferrell's ass can't even handle this weather
    Tune in your speakers and please be my Dr. Whoever
    I said, I said
    These intros ain't meant to be bangers
    They meant for you and me so we'll never end up as strangers
    Will Ferrell's ass can't even handle this weather
    Tune in your speakers and please be my Dr. Whoever, yeah

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    Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, woo
    Yes sir, yeah, look

    Boy, you looking big mad
    When you see a young brotha up in first class
    And you damn right my ego like LaVar Ball
    They hate to see a black man who can't get blackballed
    I said my paper long
    My paper long
    You damn right, bitch
    My paper long
    It's that yellow, mellow, fellow
    Yeah, that Yellowstone
    Play the cello for the fellows, fake as silicone
    I went from plaque in my teeth
    To having plaques on the wall
    Gold album, with platinum records who woulda thought
    Young nigga, like Jigga
    Tryna make me a boss
    I'll take my mama to Louis
    And take your girl to the Ross, nigga
    Back in the muthafuckin' building
    Your boo thing want my children
    My net worth gon' be a billion
    Shorty gimme head like ceiling
    Dick disappear chameleon
    And like I'm muthafuckin rollin'
    My whip bought, it's not stolen

    These intros ain't meant to be bangers
    They meant for you and me so we'll never end up as strangers
    Will Ferrell's ass can't even handle this weather
    Tune in your speakers and please be my Dr. Whoever, yeah

    Hey doc, do I tell 'em how I actually feel?
    Or do I see a therapist and numb the pain with the pills
    They swear niggas play tough won't even smile in mirrors
    And we learn to fuck hoes off trial and error
    Friday nights, where them broke niggas ball out
    And Aminé be the name that your girlfriend gon' call out
    To all my niggas with some melanin
    Let your feelings settle in
    If you feelin' worthless you should probably go and tell a friend, yeah
    But, I should take that advice
    This year has been crazy
    What the fuck is my life?
    My best friend got married
    You can bet that I cried
    I met Spike and Brad Pitt, no malls, I'm Saks Fifth, nigga

    Get your shit together and turn the fuck up!

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    Composición: Charlie Brown, Adam Amine Daniel e Irvin P. Mejia

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