Dr. O'blivion

Weed and jealousy, '42 Julio, Hennessy, hurry up, pour me up

War is love, what was us? Run it up, hold it up

Like a trophy, make it feel so glorious, wait

Broads I meet I'm like, bro, they boring us

Labor of love feel so laborious

All the good girls, they gone 'cause Gloria growing up

She don't want none of this madness you come with

Baggage you come with

The savage you run with

The damage abundant

The drugs in the dresser

The bags in your eyes

You succumb to the pressure

This lavish disguise is a lie for a life that is tragic

Despite all your tries and static goodbyes

And your attic got flies from the skeletons hanging

The past weigh you down like a pelican landing

Whoa

Weed and therapy, '42 Julio, Jameson, we'll be okay

Like a pin that you pull like a sleigh

And it's weighing in and to prey on us to be on us

I pray that you stay again

Wait

Lay again the head on my chest

No player than

Playing with your hairs the only way that I play again

Blame it on a K of contruscts

And then I weigh it, man

I tell you that I followed you up

And I found my way again

You tell me that you had to do something

To tie the loose struts, I admire your guts

'Cause the lower I go, well the higher you cut

And the fire you snuffed out

I induced, I improved from Iron through the dust clouds lying over us

Like a lion in the brush before it jump out, eyeing you for lunch

That it hunt down, been trying you for months, I hope it stuck now

Weed and jealousy, '42 Julio, Hennessy, hurry up, pour me up

War is love, what was us? Run it up, hold it up

Like a trophy, make it feel so glorious, wait

Broads I meet I'm like, bro, they boring us

Labor of love feel so laborious

All the good girls, they gone 'cause Gloria growing up

She don't want none of this madness you come with