Song : Kevin
Artist : Macklemore and Ryan Lewis
Artist : Macklemore and Ryan Lewis
Kevin Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I seen pain, I felt the losses
Attended funerals and seen coffins
21 years old, an angel was lost here
Wings clipped by the grip of 80 milligram sniffs of oxycontin
Everyday 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 him 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!"
21 years old, book of rhymes he was gonna recite to the globe
Only thing to numb the pain besides [?]
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 forget it, I'm already feeling hollow
Might as well go crack a pill, might as well go chug a bottle
Might as well go pop a pill and go and [?] in that problem
And escape this world, vacate this world
Cause I hate myself
No praying's gonna cure this pain
I seen pain, I felt the losses
Attended funerals and seen coffins
21 years old, an angel was lost here
Wings clipped by the grip of 80 milligram sniffs of oxycontin
Everyday 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 him 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!"
21 years old, book of rhymes he was gonna recite to the globe
Only thing to numb the pain besides [?]
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 forget it, I'm already feeling hollow
Might as well go crack a pill, might as well go chug a bottle
Might as well go pop a pill and go and [?] in 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
Oh, in the waiting room and something ain't right
All this is on you, we're overprescribed
Doctor, please, give me a dose of the American Dream
Put down the pen and look in my eyes
Oh, in the waiting room and something ain't right
All this is on you, we're overprescribed
[Verse 2: Macklemore]
My man Kev, he went up in jail
Institutions are dead
And with our lives, we play Russian Roulette
And try to find a life we can be content
Cause for us, we're just trying to minimize the fear of being alive
And then my little brother is in the sky
From a pill that a doctor prescribed
And a drug that a million dollar industry supplied
And the cops never go and profile at night
And the, the, the orange plastic with the white top they sell to you
Has us looking for the answers and not instead of you
Quick fix, whatever'll do
We just gonna 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
Country that spends trillions fighting the war they supplying themselves
Politicians, 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 an Adderall, sleep, give him Ambien
'Til he's walking 'round the city looking like a mannequin
Ups and downs shooting up prescriptions you're handing him
Now America, is it really worth it? I'm asking you
My man Kev, he went up in jail
Institutions are dead
And with our lives, we play Russian Roulette
And try to find a life we can be content
Cause for us, we're just trying to minimize the fear of being alive
And then my little brother is in the sky
From a pill that a doctor prescribed
And a drug that a million dollar industry supplied
And the cops never go and profile at night
And the, the, the orange plastic with the white top they sell to you
Has us looking for the answers and not instead of you
Quick fix, whatever'll do
We just gonna 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
Country that spends trillions fighting the war they supplying themselves
Politicians, 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 an Adderall, sleep, give him Ambien
'Til he's walking 'round the city looking like a mannequin
Ups and downs shooting up prescriptions you're handing him
Now America, is it really worth it? I'm asking you
[Chorus: Leon Bridges]
Doctor, please, give me a dose of the American Dream
Put down the pen and look in my eyes
Oh, in the waiting room and something ain't right
All this is on you, we're overprescribed
Doctor, please, give me a dose of the American Dream
Put down the pen and look in my eyes
Oh, in the waiting room and something ain't right
All this is on you, we're overprescribed
[Outro: Leon Bridges]
Doctor, your methods, any old 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 methods, any old 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
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