[Intro] Doctor, doctor, check my condition I walked in smoking, that's my admission You checked my pulse, checked my vision Then wrote me a script for a chronic addiction [Verse 1] Got a weed wrap rolled, nice and fat Little bit of green in a paper sack Twist that tip, then I light that match Doctor said, "Son, where you get all that?" I said, "That's medicine, don't judge my stash" He said, "Your lungs got questions, your eyes got glass" I said, "Doc, that's normal, don't make me laugh" He said, "You been smoking since you left the lab" [Hook] Doctor, doctor, what's my diagnosis? "Too much smoke and a lack of focus" Doctor, doctor, check my prognosis "Keep that wrap lit, that's your only notice" Roll it, fold it, twist it, hold it Light that leaf till the whole room's golden Pass it, pack it, spark it, stack it Doctor said, "Damn, how you smoke that rapid?" [Verse 2] I got green in the drawer, green on the floor Green in the bag by the bedroom door Green in the jar, green in the car Green so loud you can smell it from afar Doctor took notes, said, "This ain't good" I said, "What's wrong?" He said, "More than it should" I said, "Can you cure it?" He said, "Hell if I could" Then he pulled out a wrap like a doctor should [Hook] Doctor, doctor, what's my diagnosis? "Too much smoke and a lack of focus" Doctor, doctor, check my prognosis "Keep that wrap lit, that's your only notice" Roll it, fold it, twist it, hold it Light that leaf till the whole room's golden Pass it, pack it, spark it, stack it Doctor said, "Damn, how you smoke that rapid?" [Verse 3] He checked my eyes, said, "Boy, you're baked" Checked my pulse, said, "Pulse looks great" Checked my head, said, "What's on your plate?" I said, "Probably munchies, just give me eight" He checked my lungs, then shook his head I said, "Doc, am I dying?" He said, "Not yet" Then he wrote on the chart with a big red pen "Patient needs snacks and a wrap by ten" [Bridge] No pills, no needles, no bitter prescription Just green leaves causing temporary omission Lost my keys, lost my phone, lost my damn ambition Found both when I finished my smoke expedition [Final Hook] Doctor, doctor, what's my diagnosis? "Too much smoke and a lack of focus" Doctor, doctor, check my prognosis "You're clinically high, that's my official notice" Roll it, fold it, twist it, hold it Pass that wrap till the whole crew's floating Laughing, coughing, losing our focus Doctor said, "Yep... that's the prognosis." [Outro] Doctor, doctor, one more question Can I get a refill for my prescription? He looked at me and started grinning "Son, you ain't sick... you just love your medicine."
