Dr. Dre
Lyricist: GRANT, ALEXANDER JUNIOR / MATHERS, MARSHALL B. III / HAFERMANN, HOLLY / YOUNG, ANDRE ROMELL Composer: GRANT, ALEXANDER JUNIOR / MATHERS, MARSHALL B. III / HAFERMANN, HOLLY / YOUNG, ANDRE ROMELL
I'm about to lose my mind
you've been gone for so long
I'm running out of time
I need a doctor, call me a doctor
I need a doctor, doctor
to bring me back to life
I told the world one day I would pay it back
Say it on tape, and lay it, record it so that one day I could play it back
but I don't even know if I believe it when I'm saying that
Doubts startin' to creep in, every day it's just so grey and black
hope, I just need a ray of that, cause no one seeks my vision
when I play it for 'em they just say it's wack
but they don't know what dope is
and I don't know if I was awake or asleep when I wrote this
all I know is, you came to me when I was at my lowest
you picked me up, breeding life in me
I owe my life to you, before the life of me
I don't see why you don't see like I do
but it just dawned on me, you lost a son. See this light in you,
It's dark. Let me turn on the lights and brighten me and enlighten you
I don't think you realize what you mean to me not the slightest clue
cause me and you were like a crew, I was like your sidekick you
will either wanna fight when I get off this fucking mic, or you gon' hug me
but I’m not an option, there's nothing else I can do cause
I'm about to lose my mind
you've been gone for so long
I'm running out of time
I need a doctor, call me a doctor
I need a doctor, doctor
to bring me back to life
It hurts, when I see you struggle, you come to me with ideas
you say they're just pieces so I’m puzzled, cause the shit I hear is
crazy but you either getting lazy or you don't believe in you no more
seems like your own opinions not one you can form
can't make a decision, you keep questioning yourself
second guessing, and it's almost like you're begging for my help
like I'm your leader, your supposed to fucking be my mentor
I can endure, no more I demand you remember who you are
it was you who believed in me when everyone was telling you
don't sign me, everyone at the fucking label, let's tell the truth
you risked your career for me, I know it as well as you
nobody wanted to fuck with the white boy, Dre, I’m cryin' in this booth
you saved my live now maybe it's my turn to save yours
but I could never repay you, what you did for me is way more
but I ain't giving up faith, and you ain't giving up on me
Get up Dre I'm dyin', I need you, come back for fuck’s sake
I'm about to lose my mind
you've been gone for so long
I'm running out of time
I need a doctor, call me a doctor
I need a doctor, doctor
to bring me back to life
bring me back to life
bring me back to life
I need a doctor, doctor
to bring me back to life
It literally feels like a lifetime ago
But I still remember the shit like it was just yesterday though
You walked in, yellow jump suit, whole room, cracked jokes
Once you got inside the booth, told you, mic smoke
Went through friends, some of them I put on. But they just left
they said they was riding to the death
but where the fuck are they now
now that I need them, I don't see none of them
All I see is Slim. Fuck all you fair-weather friends, all I need is him
fucking backstabbers, when the chips were down you just laughed at us
Now you bout to feel the fuckin' wrath of Aftermath, faggots
you gon' see us in our lab jackets and ask us where the fuck we've been
you can kiss my indecisive ass, crack.
maggot.s And the crackers' ass, little cracker Jack beat,
making wack math. Backwards producers, I'm back bastards
One more CD and then I'm packing up my bags
and as I'm leaving I guarantee they'll scream
Dre, don't leave us, like that man. cause
I'm about to lose my mind
you've been gone for so long
I'm running out of time
I need a doctor, call me a doctor
I need a doctor, doctor
to bring me back to life