Say you lived in failure
That word being relative
Everyone thinks you're celibate
Screwin' round for the hell of it
Screwin' round while you're crossfaded
off 2 spliffs and a colt 45
Blood is rushin everywhere
As you try to act well adjusted
Every door you walk in lookin for a party
is barricaded by people so faded they never say a thing
But one place is not like the other, they drag you into hell for comfort, sloppy kisses, sneaky disses but they won’t let you leave
They’re pagin’
(Doctor Love)
Who's got a fuckin problem
(Doctor Love)
Takin' it as you are
(Doctor Love)
You wanna let it blossom
(Doctor Love)
I wouldn’t go that far
(Doctor Love)
Who's got a fuckin problem
(Doctor Love)
Takin’ it as I do
(Doctor Love)
Afraid of my own instincts
(Doctor Love)
But this ain’t nothin new