Step up, step, step, step up
Step up, step, step, step up
[Verse 1: FrivolousShara]
I swear that they should call me Doctor, doctor on the low
The way my music, music, yeah it purifies the soul
Prescription to your highs and prescription for your lows
Surgery is pending, all visitors should go
My emotions are so trippy that I thought I was on acid
For just a quick second I was druggie, druggie addict
Higher than a plane that I’m flying in the sky
Pilot with no wings
Only here to sky dive
I’m praying to the Lord as I fall that I don’t crumble
As I am steady, steady climbing up this rubble
But I’ve got the ropes, and yeah I’m here to rise
I can be anything, I have freedom to try
[Hook]
I swear that they should call me Doctor, doctor on the low
[Verse 2: D-Shocka]
Wavy, yo
So many people told me what they wanna be
And said I showed them all these visions they ain't wanna see
f*ck the drama
A n*gga tryna keep the peace
Focused on myself so there's no one that I'm trying to please
See, you can be anything that you want
You just have that time
When you know you stuck
Lost on the road
Starting to doubt your goal
Key in the ignition, but the car won't go
Yeah I know what that's like
And to be honest, this be what I think 'bout
'Cause when you go to sleep, you in a dream
But when you wake up this what it's 'bout
Reality, pain with a mixture of happiness
But even then a n*gga still figure
I need a break from the downs
Like after Kramer calling that black guy a n*gga
[Hook]
[Verse 2: FrivolousShara]
Pose of a Praying mantis
Yeah, I am an insect
Instinct greater than that of a colt
All it took was time, had to find my own stroke
Suddenly down the stream is where I row the boat
I am fisher
And I am a hunter
Capturing all that come in my view
Oh what a beautiful, beautiful shoot
Pictures filled with memories, memories, how cute
Imma learn the ways
I was taught by Master Splinter
Imma learn the waves
I’m a surfer on her board
Imma learn the wait
I’m a lover, not a fighter
Imma learn the weight
I can carry it on my shoulders
While growing bolder
So whistle please, the wind is listening
I hear your sentimental battle cries...
They come alive in the night time
Gather ‘round the moon to see a shooting star
[Hook]
I swear that they should call me doctor, doctor on the low
Step up, Step, step, step up...