DOCTOR FLOW lyrics (English Translation) – Xxandyy

(Intro)
The notes in my phone will soon sound like prayers,
Your soul is aching—I prescribe opiates for its layers.

(Verse 1)
I shoot at celebrities, create shooting stars,
My crew are bone crushers, therapists, psychopaths.
Clips are firing, bitches are crying,
“Fck” is flying, scattered like rakes on the ground.
I walk on heads, gravel under my shoes,
Sing it again, play the guitar for the blues.
Maybe today, luck will fall on your head,
And your punches won’t echo where the herd is led.
The herd stays quiet, the Beret’s roaring loud,
This isn’t rap, btch—this is hip-hop, proud.
Liquid drips through the vein, euthanasia’s the script,
Vessels turn me on, I rip ‘em like I’m equipped.
She’s stuffed with sh*t, Ozempic won’t save the day,
Open your mouth wider, let me take a swab away.

(Verse 2)
The room is flooded with blood, rap games parasitologist,
Dr. Flow’s on the beat, wiping guts off the shelves—realist.
Bro pays with his life, dollar in the rectum,
Don’t care what’s in your blood, jacket or a polo, I check ‘em.
Sit down, dear—your analysis just showed,
Your gangsta’s the most natural feces, truth be told.
But remission will stick, case is simple, it’s nauseating,
Cyberbullying and head amputation are what we’re creating.

(Chorus)
Medical flow, healing tone,
He prescribes paracetamol, skin and bone.
Life on the line, thieves on the line,
I committed you to this injection, it’s by design.

(Verse 3)
Your bottom hurts—I stamp it on your forehead,
Your face is on your forehead, your story’s forfeited.
I carry toys to the den, but I’m no drug addict,
No, I won’t take Corvalol, this is a medical habit.
This is a hospital where souls are set ablaze,
While you sit there painting your lashes in a daze.
This seems like a gift, but it’s really a curse,
Trying to save destinies just makes it worse.

(Bridge)
Sappers, cops, and embezzlers,
Stabbed deep, can’t be fixed, no meddlers.
You have to help anyone, no matter the cost,
You swore an oath, now see what’s lost.
To be a bad doctor, evening in the hut,
No glory, no honor, just doors slamming shut.

(Outro)
Medical flow…
Healing tone…
Injection… committed…
Evening in the hut.