Call the Doctor

Call The Doctor Somebody call for the doctor, I think I'm sick Ain't had my medicine in over a week My mind's fine but my body feels weak Call the doctor, I think I'm sick A shady lady took all my bread Ravished my body, Lord, and messed with my head

She was my girl, my closest friend, my honey Type of girl that'd go hard for me She'd be kicking back, kinda girl who don't pretend And you could always catch her hanging with my friends This girl was all I ever needed What will I do now that I'm lea

they want to socialize you they want to purify you they want to dignify, analyze and terrify you this is love and you can't make it in a formula or shake me i'm your monster i'm not like you all your life is written for you (look out they want what y