Say What Doctor

Yeah, yeah

Listen

They ask me what the doctor said about the state of mind

Prescribed some heavy ink and told me take my time

I told him write a script for all the stress inside the

chest He said the rhythm is the cure to find a moment's

rest

Say what, doctor? Tell me what's the cure Looking for a remedy

to keep the spirit pure

Say what, doctor? Is it in the sound?

Or do I have to search until the answers can be found?

(yeah, say what)

I took the paper to the counter where they dispense the cure

But all they had were plastic bottles making nothing pure

So I returned back to the laboratory,

spiked the mic

And formulated something that the streets would surely like

(Wait,

hold up, check the pulse)

He said my heart was beating

in a triple time I told him that's just the meter of

a perfect line

Say what, doctor?

Tell me what's the cure

Looking for a remedy to keep the spirit pure

Say what, doctor? Is it in the sound?

Or do I have to search until the answers can be found?

(yeah, say what)

Just take two of these and call me in the morning

(haha, yeah)