DR. WHOEVER Video (MV)

Sad on your muthaf*ckin b-day? Bitch, what the f*ck?
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 muthaf*ckin' 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 f*ck, she want a picture with me
She got me feeling like Paper Boi, but I cry when she leaves

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

Boy, you looking big mad
When you see a young brotha 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
My paper long
You damn right, bitch
My paper long
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 muthaf*ckin' building
Your boo thing want my children
My net worth gon' be a billion
Shorty gimme head like ceiling
Dick disappear chameleon
And like I'm muthaf*ckin 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 f*ck hoes off trial and error
Friday nights, where them broke niggas ball out
And Aminé be the name that your girlfriend gon' 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
But, I should take that advice
This year has been crazy
What the f*ck 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 f*ck up!