Oh man, I fucked up man, I think I need to see a psychiatrist My mind’s playin tricks on me man
(Verse I)
I said Doctor Doctor, won’t you help me So many sick thoughts in my mind ain’t healthy Matter of fact is that I ain’t wealthy So I sell drugs, ain’t shit you can tell me Well you got 10 cars And I ain’t got no car Waiting at the bus stop, I can’t go far You ain’t poor You don’t know what it is like To be in my shoes man And see what I live like Now how could you live life 20 plush years old courting a mid-life crisis F**k who’s the nicest It’s about copping them new devices Italian Ices Prices When you on top you should see how life is So unrighteous But it feels so good Mad at me like he aint no good But it feels so good
(Bridge)
I mean… I mean damn, Doc… Shit is going real good for me… I got a lot of fame now… But I don’t think I can take it man… Check it out…
(Verse II)
I said Doctor Doctor, I need help now Ain’t slept in years so I see a meltdown Either that or a permanent breakdown Cause my height man ain’t learning the breakdown I’m on top now My voice is toned down Moving too fast but I can’t slow down Doc said “To Rest, time to cancel the show now” Fans upset like I’m a no-show Wow But I ain’t do it on purpose Behind the fame I’m a regular person But I feel worthless
The gift and curse is If I f**k up my voice then it ain’t worth it But I gotta give them what they purchase If I’m the disciple, then what they worship Is Hip-Hop, not just a couple of verses But Doc hold up, I’m just touching the surface
(Bridge)
I mean damn, Doc… I can’t take this no more man… I’m cracking under pressure… It’s a little too much for me man… My minds going crazy right now… Check it out…
(Verse III)
Doctor Doctor, I’m losing my mind quick Ain’t been shot but it feels like I’m hit Who would have thought after all I did And all I gained I would call it quits 5’ 9” but I’m tall as shit The sky is the limit Then watch how tall I get This is what other niggas would call dreams For me this is life meaning it was foreseen So why am I complaining God bless me man I’m an angel in training I’d a came in the game with a dash like Damon Predicted the rain, man Just like Rain Man Down in the sun on the island of Cayman While you and your main man Still on the mainland Even real niggas know what I’m sayin Ya shit change but I ain’t changing for nobody
(Bridge)
I mean God-damn, Doc… I been coming to you for the last three years… And you ain’t say shit… It seems like I talk my way out of my own problems… And see you getting paid all this money…
(Outro)
I’m crazy man, I’m crazy… I’m crazy man, I’m crazy… I’m crazy man, I’m crazy… I’m crazy man, I’m crazy… I’m crazy man, I’m crazy… We going to the next one now… MIMS…
Compositores: Gregory Lake (Greg Lake), Peter John Sinfield (Sinfield Pete), Robert Fripp, Shawn Maurice Mims (Mims), Fenton Joseph, Ian Mcdonald (Foreigner), Michael Giles ECAD: Obra #2302430