Kevin

[Intro]

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[Verse 1: Macklemore]

I seen pain, I felt the losses

Attended funerals and seen coffins

Twenty-one-years-old, an angel was lost here

Wings clipped by the grip of eighty milligram sniffs

Of OxyContin every day through the nostrils

Never went away, never does it stop there

Death a line or two away and a couple tall cans

'Cause you never know when God is gonna call, man

Precious, what we all share

I said peace at 5:30, the next time that I saw 'im

Was in the hands of the pallbearer

What if I would've never gone and dropped him off there?

Blaming myself, in hysterics, screaming "It's not fair!" Twenty-one-years-old

With a book of rhymes, he was gonna recite to the globe

Only thing to numb the pain besides that shit in his nose

He was gonna quit tomorrow, we're all gonna quit tomorrow

Just get us through the weekend, and then Monday follows

Then it's Wednesday, then it's "fuck it, I'm already feeling hollow"

Might as well go crack a seal and might as well go chug a bottle

Might as well go pop a pill and go and band-aid that problem

And escape this world, vacate this world

'Cause I hate myself, no praying's gonna cure

This pain

[Chorus: Leon Bridges]

Doctor, please

Give me a dose of the American Dream

Put down the pen and look in my eyes

We're in the waiting room

And something ain't right

Doctor, please

Put down the pen and look in my eyes

All this is on you

We're over-prescribed

[Verse 2: Macklemore]

For me and Kev

You end up in jail, institutions or dead

And with our lives, we play Russian Roulette

And try to find a life where we could be content

'Cause for us, we're just trying to minimize

The fear of being alive

And now my little brother is in the sky

From a pill that a doctor prescribed

That a drug-dealing billion dollar industry supplied

That the cops never go and profile at night

Yeah, the, the, the orange plastic with the white top they sell to you

Has us looking for the answers and that instead of you

Quick fix, whatever'll do, we just gon' neglect the truth

Because a doctor with a license played God and said it's cool

Played God and said it's cool

But me? I don't blame Kev

Or his mom freebasing while pregnant with him

I blame the pharmacy companies and country that spends

Trillions fighting a war they supplying themselves

Politicians and business and jail

Public defenders and judges who fail

Look at Kevin, look at Kevin, now he's wrapped in plastic

First dealer was his mom's medicine cabinet

Got anxiety, better go and give him a Xanax

Focus, give him Adderall, sleep, give him Ambien

'Til he's walking 'round the city looking like a mannequin

Ups and downs shifted by prescriptions you're handin' him

So America, is it really worth it? I'm asking ya

[Chorus: Leon Bridges]

Doctor, please

Give me a dose of the American Dream

Put down the pen and look in my eyes

We're in the waiting room (Woah, woah, hey, hey)

And something ain't right (Woah, woah, hey, hey)

Woah, woah, hey, hey

All this is on you (Woah, woah, hey, hey)

We're over-prescribed

[Outro: Leon Bridges]

Doctor, your medicine

And your methods

Can't cure my disease

Without killing me

You're killing me

You're killing me

You're killing me

You're killing me

Doctor, your medicine

And your methods

Can't cure my disease

Without killing me

You're killing me

You're killing me

You're killing me

You're killing me

Doctor, please