DR. WHOEVER
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⏱️ 4:17 duration
🆔 ID: 193655
📜 Lyrics
Sad on your motherfuckin' 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 motherfuckin' 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 sessions 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, yeah
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
Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, woo
Yes sir, yeah, look (Skrrt)
Boy, you looking big mad
When you see a young brother 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 (Yuh)
My paper long (Yuh)
You damn right, bitch (Bitch)
My paper long (Yuh)
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 motherfuckin' building (Yuh)
Your boo thing want my children (Yuh)
My net worth gon' be a billion (Bih)
Shorty gimme head like ceiling (True)
Dick disappear chameleon (True)
And like I'm motherfuckin' 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 (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
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!
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 motherfuckin' 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 sessions 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, yeah
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
Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, woo
Yes sir, yeah, look (Skrrt)
Boy, you looking big mad
When you see a young brother 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 (Yuh)
My paper long (Yuh)
You damn right, bitch (Bitch)
My paper long (Yuh)
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 motherfuckin' building (Yuh)
Your boo thing want my children (Yuh)
My net worth gon' be a billion (Bih)
Shorty gimme head like ceiling (True)
Dick disappear chameleon (True)
And like I'm motherfuckin' 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 (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
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!
⏱️ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.19] Sad on your motherfuckin' b-day? Bitch, what the fuck?
[00:04.16] Don't you realize you poppin'?
[00:05.84] Every time you walk in the room you break necks
[00:09.70] Necks? But you tellin' me you sad on your motherfuckin' b-day
[00:17.39]
[00:21.60] Yeah
[00:26.93] Yeah
[00:30.12]
[00:38.01] Yeah
[00:39.16] I sit here and tell you my problems
[00:41.09] That's how this work, right?
[00:42.17] I'm s'posed to be open and honest
[00:43.59] But I got time, right?
[00:44.84] My niggas having sessions and I'm doin' sessions
[00:47.20] Can't man up if masculinity your only weapon
[00:50.21] Man, I've thought about suicide a hundred times
[00:53.19] But, I'd hate to disappoint and see my mama cry
[00:55.91] Birthdays these days be the worst days
[00:58.72] 'Cause I know I'm getting older and not happier
[01:01.30] Me and my father love each other but we barely show it
[01:04.23] He hates that I left home and the lawn is now his to mow it
[01:07.06] He look at my generation and think that fashion's over
[01:09.80] I kill my sister if she ever model Fashion Nova (True)
[01:12.72] I'm always on a flight, or I'm in a hurry
[01:15.53] I miss when losing my virginity was my only worry
[01:18.35] Back when putting on a condom had me really scary
[01:21.33] And milkshakes were the only time we'd eat a cherry
[01:24.16] I think learning how to eat pussy from someone who eat pussy
[01:27.00] Is better than learning from someone who doesn't
[01:29.49] And that's word to my ex
[01:30.55] And that's word to my tongue
[01:32.08] And that's word to the woman
[01:33.19] Who had my heart beatin' drums (Drums, drums)
[01:35.25] Yeah, love is what I cherished and Miss Parrish
[01:37.64] Flew all the way to Paris and we made out on my terrace
[01:40.54] I kept it on the low low, 'cause I was in love
[01:43.54] And the shade I had in my room was already enough
[01:46.34] I'm going on some dates and I'm making some plans
[01:49.08] But it's hard to find some love if the girl is a fan
[01:51.74] And after we fuck, she want a picture with me
[01:54.31] She got me feeling like Paper Boi, but I cry when she leaves, yeah
[01:58.17] These intros ain't meant to be bangers
[01:59.92] They meant for you and me so we'll never end up as strangers
[02:02.92] Will Ferrell's ass can't even handle this weather
[02:05.74] Tune in your speakers and please be my Dr. Whoever
[02:08.37] I said, I said, these intros ain't meant to be bangers
[02:11.27] They meant for you and me so we'll never end up as strangers
[02:14.30] Will Ferrell's ass can't even handle this weather
[02:17.08] Tune in your speakers and please be my Dr. Whoever, yeah
[02:22.72] Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, woo
[02:27.73] Yes sir, yeah, look (Skrrt)
[02:32.18] Boy, you looking big mad
[02:33.88] When you see a young brother up in first class
[02:36.80] And you damn right my ego like LaVar Ball
[02:39.60] They hate to see a black man who can't get blackballed
[02:43.27] I said my paper long (Yuh)
[02:44.73] My paper long (Yuh)
[02:46.26] You damn right, bitch (Bitch)
[02:47.52] My paper long (Yuh)
[02:49.05] It's that yellow, mellow, fellow, yeah, that Yellowstone
[02:51.65] Play the cello for the fellows, fake as silicone
[02:54.58] I went from plaque in my teeth
[02:55.87] To having plaques on the wall
[02:57.46] Gold album, with platinum records who woulda thought
[03:00.17] Young nigga, like Jigga, tryna make me a boss
[03:02.86] I'll take my mama to Louis
[03:04.32] And take your girl to the Ross, nigga
[03:07.51] Back in the motherfuckin' building (Yuh)
[03:09.05] Your boo thing want my children (Yuh)
[03:10.34] My net worth gon' be a billion (Bih)
[03:11.68] Shorty gimme head like ceiling (True)
[03:13.35] Dick disappear chameleon (True)
[03:14.69] And like I'm motherfuckin' rollin'
[03:15.82] My whip bought, it's not stolen
[03:17.38] These intros ain't meant to be bangers
[03:19.03] They meant for you and me so we'll never end up as strangers
[03:22.28] Will Ferrell's ass can't even handle this weather
[03:24.65] Tune in your speakers and please be my Dr. Whoever, yeah
[03:28.43] Hey Doc, do I tell 'em how I actually feel?
[03:31.27] Or do I see a therapist and numb the pain with the pills
[03:34.07] They swear niggas play tough won't even smile in mirrors
[03:37.05] And we learn to fuck hoes off trial and error
[03:39.86] Friday nights, where them broke niggas ball out
[03:41.96] And Aminé be the name that your girlfriend gon' call out (Call out)
[03:45.15] To all my niggas with some melanin
[03:47.16] Let your feelings settle in
[03:48.52] If you feelin' worthless
[03:49.70] You should probably go and tell a friend, yeah
[03:51.73] Yeah, but, I should take that advice
[03:54.05] This year has been crazy
[03:55.34] What the fuck is my life?
[03:56.68] My best friend got married
[03:58.33] You can bet that I cried
[03:59.42] I met Spike and Brad Pitt, no malls, I'm Saks Fifth, nigga
[04:04.38]
[04:14.24] Get your shit together, and turn the fuck up!
[04:17.14]
[00:04.16] Don't you realize you poppin'?
[00:05.84] Every time you walk in the room you break necks
[00:09.70] Necks? But you tellin' me you sad on your motherfuckin' b-day
[00:17.39]
[00:21.60] Yeah
[00:26.93] Yeah
[00:30.12]
[00:38.01] Yeah
[00:39.16] I sit here and tell you my problems
[00:41.09] That's how this work, right?
[00:42.17] I'm s'posed to be open and honest
[00:43.59] But I got time, right?
[00:44.84] My niggas having sessions and I'm doin' sessions
[00:47.20] Can't man up if masculinity your only weapon
[00:50.21] Man, I've thought about suicide a hundred times
[00:53.19] But, I'd hate to disappoint and see my mama cry
[00:55.91] Birthdays these days be the worst days
[00:58.72] 'Cause I know I'm getting older and not happier
[01:01.30] Me and my father love each other but we barely show it
[01:04.23] He hates that I left home and the lawn is now his to mow it
[01:07.06] He look at my generation and think that fashion's over
[01:09.80] I kill my sister if she ever model Fashion Nova (True)
[01:12.72] I'm always on a flight, or I'm in a hurry
[01:15.53] I miss when losing my virginity was my only worry
[01:18.35] Back when putting on a condom had me really scary
[01:21.33] And milkshakes were the only time we'd eat a cherry
[01:24.16] I think learning how to eat pussy from someone who eat pussy
[01:27.00] Is better than learning from someone who doesn't
[01:29.49] And that's word to my ex
[01:30.55] And that's word to my tongue
[01:32.08] And that's word to the woman
[01:33.19] Who had my heart beatin' drums (Drums, drums)
[01:35.25] Yeah, love is what I cherished and Miss Parrish
[01:37.64] Flew all the way to Paris and we made out on my terrace
[01:40.54] I kept it on the low low, 'cause I was in love
[01:43.54] And the shade I had in my room was already enough
[01:46.34] I'm going on some dates and I'm making some plans
[01:49.08] But it's hard to find some love if the girl is a fan
[01:51.74] And after we fuck, she want a picture with me
[01:54.31] She got me feeling like Paper Boi, but I cry when she leaves, yeah
[01:58.17] These intros ain't meant to be bangers
[01:59.92] They meant for you and me so we'll never end up as strangers
[02:02.92] Will Ferrell's ass can't even handle this weather
[02:05.74] Tune in your speakers and please be my Dr. Whoever
[02:08.37] I said, I said, these intros ain't meant to be bangers
[02:11.27] They meant for you and me so we'll never end up as strangers
[02:14.30] Will Ferrell's ass can't even handle this weather
[02:17.08] Tune in your speakers and please be my Dr. Whoever, yeah
[02:22.72] Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, woo
[02:27.73] Yes sir, yeah, look (Skrrt)
[02:32.18] Boy, you looking big mad
[02:33.88] When you see a young brother up in first class
[02:36.80] And you damn right my ego like LaVar Ball
[02:39.60] They hate to see a black man who can't get blackballed
[02:43.27] I said my paper long (Yuh)
[02:44.73] My paper long (Yuh)
[02:46.26] You damn right, bitch (Bitch)
[02:47.52] My paper long (Yuh)
[02:49.05] It's that yellow, mellow, fellow, yeah, that Yellowstone
[02:51.65] Play the cello for the fellows, fake as silicone
[02:54.58] I went from plaque in my teeth
[02:55.87] To having plaques on the wall
[02:57.46] Gold album, with platinum records who woulda thought
[03:00.17] Young nigga, like Jigga, tryna make me a boss
[03:02.86] I'll take my mama to Louis
[03:04.32] And take your girl to the Ross, nigga
[03:07.51] Back in the motherfuckin' building (Yuh)
[03:09.05] Your boo thing want my children (Yuh)
[03:10.34] My net worth gon' be a billion (Bih)
[03:11.68] Shorty gimme head like ceiling (True)
[03:13.35] Dick disappear chameleon (True)
[03:14.69] And like I'm motherfuckin' rollin'
[03:15.82] My whip bought, it's not stolen
[03:17.38] These intros ain't meant to be bangers
[03:19.03] They meant for you and me so we'll never end up as strangers
[03:22.28] Will Ferrell's ass can't even handle this weather
[03:24.65] Tune in your speakers and please be my Dr. Whoever, yeah
[03:28.43] Hey Doc, do I tell 'em how I actually feel?
[03:31.27] Or do I see a therapist and numb the pain with the pills
[03:34.07] They swear niggas play tough won't even smile in mirrors
[03:37.05] And we learn to fuck hoes off trial and error
[03:39.86] Friday nights, where them broke niggas ball out
[03:41.96] And Aminé be the name that your girlfriend gon' call out (Call out)
[03:45.15] To all my niggas with some melanin
[03:47.16] Let your feelings settle in
[03:48.52] If you feelin' worthless
[03:49.70] You should probably go and tell a friend, yeah
[03:51.73] Yeah, but, I should take that advice
[03:54.05] This year has been crazy
[03:55.34] What the fuck is my life?
[03:56.68] My best friend got married
[03:58.33] You can bet that I cried
[03:59.42] I met Spike and Brad Pitt, no malls, I'm Saks Fifth, nigga
[04:04.38]
[04:14.24] Get your shit together, and turn the fuck up!
[04:17.14]