Skepta - Hospital lyrics

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Skepta - Hospital lyrics

[Intro: Jme] Take me to the (hospital) Take me to the (hospital) [Verse 1: Jme] Nope, stay where you are See how I flow when I'm spraying a bar? Hospital what? Hospital where? All you're gonna get is music around here Right, you're not ill, so just chill You need good music, yeah, not a pill Dance, move your feet, move your heels Remember, you're only as young as you feel What are you waiting for? Get on the dancefloor Music's our only cure Boy Better Know [Hook] Take me to the (hospital) Take me to the (hospital) Take me to the (hospital) Take me to the (hospital) [Verse 2: Shorty] No, I ain't taking you nowhere Just listen to my bad boy flow, yeah All you need is a little bit of ba**, trust You'll be blessed for the whole year Did you say medication? Don't go there This vibe'll make your head feel so clear The next thing you think about going to the doctor's Remember Boy Better Know's here [Verse 3: Frisco] You're not sick in the head Nah man, you don't really need a hospital bed All you really need is a kick and a hi-hat With a snare and a likkle ba** and treb Face it, yeah, it's amazing bless If you can't dance, try do a basic step And if you wanna try something new then try me And get hooked on M-U-S-I-C It's lively I've got the rest of the mandem besides me And if you're fake then you get fished out like a Pisces Call me Dr. Fris, I'm about, come find me [Hook] Take me to the (hospital) Take me to the (hospital) Take me to the (hospital) Take me to the (hospital) [Verse 4: Skepta] You wanna go to the hospital? That's Skepta's world You better get some antiseptic gel Cause everybody went in fine, they spent two weeks there Now everybody's effed as well Blud, you won't hack it Any little bit of backchat, they don't have it I spent 15 weeks in a straight jacket You ain't seen nuttin' yet, how much you wanna bet? Famalam, you're blessed Forget a cigarette, you're blessed You don't know a thing about stress, you're blessed You couldn't live a day in my creps, you're blessed Jam, chat to them for a sec [Verse 5: Jammer] None of you don't need no penicillin It's Dr. Murkle over the riddim Club full of women If your bredrin's sick, just bring him I'm the surgeon so I keep swinging Forget the sirens and the bells ringing You don't need to go the hospital, fam Listen to the beats, MCing and singing [Hook] Take me to the (hospital) Take me to the (hospital) Take me to the (hospital) Take me to the (hospital)

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