Prescription for the Blues

Prescription for the Blues

smooth jazz mellow

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Songtekst

Prescription for the Blues

[Verse]
Sittin' in a corner with my guitar in hand
Playing in a cafe, a one-man band
But little do they know, I'm wearin' a disguise
A fake doctor's coat, I'm sellin' pain pill highs

[Verse 2]
Strummin' on the strings, my fingers dancin' along
People sip their coffees, they hum along to the song
But behind the melody, there's a secret trade
Fake prescriptions, easy money to be made

[Chorus]
In this mellow cafe, where the music sets the mood
I'm just a fake doctor, selling gimmicks with attitude
Pill bottles filled with dreams, and deceiving everyone
In this little corner, my prescription's the only one