Video Mdma Keeps The Doctor Away de Aldrch 2025 Alternativo Lyrics

Aldrch - Mdma Keeps The Doctor Away Lyrics

[Verse 1: Nick Crawford]
Would you die where you walk?
Would you die on that hill or would you just tumble off?
The way you wear that dress, like you're doin' it a favor
Is it easy as a walk?
Or the six inch heels, got your head in the loft
Rent's due on the first, but fuck it, you brush it off
The way you step in that club, ain't no callin' sub
While your problems dissolve, little MDMA to keep the doctor away
He's got money in a safe, so you slide to his—
So you slide to his place and you laugh, ha-ha-ha
Right to the bank, it's like clockwork
It's a clockwork take, you should probably get a raise
You've been juggin' for days

[Chorus: Christian Cicilia]
Throwin' dirt, throwin' dirt, but first, you need a name
In a hearse, switchin' lanes like I'm dead to you
Like I'm dead to you
But you were my claim to fame
And it hurts, we would always make it work
Your pockets were never hurt, but now I'm dead to you
Now I'm dead to you

[Verse 2: Nick Crawford]
Oh, she likes the finer things
Way she acting in this club, would have thought she won a ring
She'll cuttin' off the 'net when the fat lady sings
You're a nightcrawler, a Little Tike baller
But it's o-natural, so they're sprung off the wall
Got 'em breakin' they necks, got 'em droppin' their jaws
And it's all for your cause
Ever since you looked like a kaws, you been breakin' the laws
It's real gold
She looks like best in show
It's not sustainable
She jet sets across the globe
Until she ends up broke
It goes faster than you know
Soon, she'll be running
She'll, she'll, she'll be running
Soon, she'll be running home
[Bridge: Christian Cicilia]
She's been breaching contract with the tact of a con
Baby come back
Need you right here in my arms
We don't gotta do biz', if that isn't what you want
Just know
She's been breaching contract with the tact of a con
Baby come back
Need you right here in my arms
We don't gotta do biz', if that isn't what you want
Just know

[Chorus: Christian Cicilia]
Throwin' dirt, throwin' dirt, but first, you need a name
In a hearse, switchin' lanes like I'm dead to you
Like I'm dead to you
But you were my claim to fame
And it hurts, we would always make it work
Your pockets were never hurt, but now I'm dead to you
Now I'm dead to you
Throwin' dirt, throwin' dirt, but first, you need a name
In a hearse, switchin' lanes like I'm dead to you
Like I'm dead to you
But you were my claim to fame
And it hurts, we would always make it work
Your pockets were never hurt, but now I'm dead to you
Now I'm dead to you