Mdma Keeps the Doctor Away

Would you die where you walk?

Would you die on that hill, or would you just tumble off?

The way you wear that dress like you're doing it a favor

Is it easy to slip off?

While those six-inch heels got your head in a loft

Rent's due on the first, but fuck it, you brush it off

'Cause when you step in that club, ain't no problems to solve

All your problems dissolve

A little MDMA to keep the doctor away

He's got money in a safe

So you slide to his

So you slide to his place

And you laugh, ha, ha, ha, right to the bank

It's like clockwork

It's a clockwork take

You should prolly get a raise

You been juggin' for days

Throwin' dirt

Throwin' dirt

But first you need a name

In a hearse, switchin' lanes

Like I'm dead to you

Like I'm dead to you

But you were my claim to fame

And it hurts

We would always make it work

Your pockets would never hurt

But now I'm dead to you

Now I'm dead to you

Oh, she likes the finer things

Way she acting in this club, woulda thought she won a ring

She'll be cutting off the net when the fat lady sings

You're a nightcrawler

A little tike baller

But it's au natural

So they're sprung off the wall

Got 'em breaking their necks

Got 'em dropping their jaws

And it's all for your cause

Ever since you looked like a KAWS

You've been breaking the laws

It's real gold

She looks like best in show

It's not sustainable

She jet-sets across the globe

Until she ends up broke

It goes faster than you know

Soon she'll be running

She'll be running—

Soon she'll be running home

She's been breaching contract with the tact of a con

Baby, come back

Need you right here in my arms

We don't gotta do biz if that isn't what you want, just know

She's been breaching contract with the tact of a con

Baby, come back

Need you right here in my arms

We don't gotta do biz if that isn't what you want, just know

Throwin' dirt

Throwin' dirt

But first you need a name

In a hearse, switchin' lanes

Like I'm dead to you

Like I'm dead to you

But you were my claim to fame

And it hurts

We would always make it work

Your pockets would never hurt

But now I'm dead to you

Now I'm dead to you

Throwin' dirt

Throwin' dirt

But first you need a name

In a hearse, switchin' lanes

Like I'm dead to you

Like I'm dead to you

But you were my claim to fame

And it hurts

We would always make it work

Your pockets would never hurt

Now I'm dead to you

Now I'm dead to you