Prescription/Oxymoron
ScHoolboy Q Lyrics


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Prescription drugs, show me love
Percocets, Adderall
Xanny bars, get codeine involved
Stuck in this body high, can't shake it off
I'm falling off, I can't hold a thought
What's wrong with me? Now the pressure creep
I'm stressing deep, even in my sleep
My mommy call, I hit ignore
My daughter calls, I press ignore
My chin press on my chest, my knees press the floor
I'm blanking out, woke up on the couch
Dinner on my shirt, my stomach hurts
I had a ball sellin' 80s but yo, the karma's worse
I cry when nothing's wrong, I'm mad when peace is involved
My senses harmed, sluggish ruggish
A couple Xannies popped, open my pill box
Prescription drugs

What's wrong, daddy?! Wake up! Wake up!

Prescription drugs, I fell in love
My little secret, she gon' kill a thug
My body numb, she like to give me hugs
I love her touch, I get a rush
When she don't come around, I start to go nuts
My heart erupts, I'm curled in pain
My phone ring, ring and ring and ring
If you ain't selling drugs, then I don't hear a thing
May 7, Ali calls, p.m. of 6:45, I finally answer this time
He said "Come to the stu', I'm mixing all your rhymes"
I don't decline, at least that's in my mind
Grab the keys, need some wood for the trees
Dap the clerk 'fore I leave, max on my AC
Continue right, remember seeing light
Wise night, but that's my life
Prescription drugs

What's wrong? You tired? You mad? Okay, I love you, daddy

I just stopped selling crack today
I just stopped selling crack today
(What you say? What you say?)
O-X-Y, a moron, O-X-Y, a moron

I just stopped selling crack today
I just stopped selling crack today
(What you say? What you say?)
O-X-Y, a moron, O-X-Y, a moron

Crazy, got my sex on wet in her Mercedes
80s, get these off new shoes for my baby
Oxy, I don't know no Pablo or no papi
What you know about a pill, plus a 8-ball
You gotta re-up 50 times just to get a rack off, ungh
I can get a hundred of 'em, make over 3 G's
Only took two days, only re-up'd one time
Where the sun barely shine and it rain for about
Nine months out the year, man it's something right here
For Seattle nigga, cheers, when I look up at y'all city like lookin' in the mirror
Damn near had a career, just might shed a tear, ungh
Man, this shit right here for my niggas who ain't make it home
Sitting on a tear, got a dap to a nigga bright in here, feeling life ain't fair
If I was in your shoes, I would've copped, don't care
Had a scene, had the medics like clear, ungh
Big body cold like a Polar Bear, ungh
I done sold more shit than hookers, expensive tees, resemble a push up
Stopped selling crack, cause white don't fuck with narcos
Vanity slave, got whips and chains
Dirty money, clean money the same, even if I got life, I ain't saying a name

I just stopped selling crack today
I just stopped selling crack today
(What you say? What you say?)
O-X-Y, a moron, O-X-Y, a moron

I just stopped selling crack today
I just stopped selling crack today
(What you say? What you say?)
O-X-Y, a moron, O-X-Y, a moron

Groovy, when I die tell Spike Lee make a movie
Oh wee, cops bringing dogs so they don't sniff my bitch booty
Oxy, O-X-Y, only feel like I could stop me
Quincy, now how you nigga sliding up every now and then in a Bentley?
Easy, 60-40-50, you can get one for 30 if you let me hook this titty
Let a nigga fuck then my dogs see your kitty
Just stopped selling crack today
When it get hot, smoke a pill, watch it glide like Dr. J
I prescribe you I'm your doctor, kay?
You can crush this shit, you can sniff this shit
You can take this shit, you can smoke this shit
Do you like this shit, nigga?
Your brain go numb, synthetic heroine
Without the injections, do the same love and affection
How could they say feeling good is an addiction?
But the world is full of shit, so I don't listen
In fact "We living to die" is a contradiction
So trapping in a Nissan, O-X-Y, I keep 'em, O-X-Y, you need one

I just stopped selling crack today
I just stopped selling crack today
(What you say? What you say?)
O-X-Y, a moron, O-X-Y, a moron

I just stopped selling crack today
I just stopped selling crack today




(What you say? What you say?)
O-X-Y, a moron, O-X-Y, a moron

Overall Meaning

The song "Prescription / Oxymoron" by ScHoolboy Q provides a glimpse into the world of prescription drug abuse, addiction, and the dark side of the drug industry. The song portrays the rapper's personal experiences of consuming prescription drugs like Percocets, Adderall, and Xanax, and their effects on his mind and body. The lyrics suggest that he is trapped in his addiction, unable to break free from the body high and the mental paralysis caused by the drugs.


The opening lines of the song, "Prescription drugs, show me love, Percocets, Adderall, Xanny bars, get codeine involved," depict the rapper's initial excitement and eagerness to experiment with prescription drugs. He highlights his dependence on the drugs throughout the song, illustrating how it has affected his life and relationships. Lines like "My mommy call, I hit ignore, my daughter calls, I press ignore" emphasize the extent to which he has been consumed by his addiction to the point of ignoring his loved ones' calls.


The song's title "Oxymoron" refers to a figure of speech that uses contradictory terms together. Here, ScHoolboy Q highlights the contradiction between the medical use of prescriptions versus their misuse leading to addiction. Overall, the song is a sobering reminder of the reality of prescription drug addiction and the devastating impact it can have on the user.


Line by Line Meaning

Prescription drugs, show me love
The singer is enthralled with the drugs prescribed to him.


Percocets, Adderall
Specific examples of the drugs the singer has been prescribed.


Xanny bars, get codeine involved
Other types of drugs the singer has taken, along with their prescribed medicine.


Stuck in this body high, can't shake it off
The artist feels trapped in the high and unable to come down.


I'm falling off, I can't hold a thought
The artist is experiencing cognitive difficulties as a result of drug use.


What's wrong with me? Now the pressure creep
The singer is starting to feel paranoid and anxious about themselves and their drug use.


I'm stressing deep, even in my sleep
The singer is suffering from anxiety even when they sleep, unable to find respite from their thoughts and feelings.


My mommy call, I hit ignore
The artist is avoiding calls from their mother, despite her trying to reach out to them.


My daughter calls, I press ignore
The artist is even ignoring calls from their daughter, showing how their drug use is interfering with their relationships.


My chin press on my chest, my knees press the floor
The artist is in a state of physical distress, likely as a result of drug use.


I'm blanking out, woke up on the couch
The singer is experiencing memory loss and confusion as a result of their drug use.


Dinner on my shirt, my stomach hurts
The artist is experiencing physical symptoms of drug use, such as vomiting and upset stomachs.


I had a ball sellin' 80s but yo, the karma's worse
The singer is acknowledging that their actions in the past (presumably dealing drugs) have led to bad consequences.


I cry when nothing's wrong, I'm mad when peace is involved
The singer is experiencing severe mood swings and emotional instability as a result of drug use.


My senses harmed, sluggish ruggish
The singer is experiencing a loss of sensation and a lack of motivation.


A couple Xannies popped, open my pill box prescription drugs
The artist is taking their prescription drugs and other drugs freely with little restraint or caution.


What's wrong, daddy?! Wake up! Wake up!
A loved one is trying to wake the artist up from their drug-induced stupor.


Prescription drugs, I fell in love My little secret, she gon' kill a thug
The singer is now dependent and addicted to their prescription drugs, seeing them as their only comfort and with potential dangerous consequences.


My body numb, she like to give me hugs I love her touch, I get a rush
The singer is physically addicted to their drugs, and describes them with romantic language to highlight their dependence on them.


When she don't come around, I start to go nuts
The artist is showing signs of withdrawal when they haven't taken their prescription drugs.


My heart erupts, I'm curled in pain
The artist is going through physical withdrawal symptoms when they haven't taken their prescription drugs.


If you ain't selling drugs, then I don't hear a thing
The artist is so entrenched in their drug use and addiction; that they are only sensitive to conversations involving drugs.


Just might shed a tear, ungh Man, this shit right here for my niggas who ain't make it home
The singer is mourning the loss of friends who died as a result of their drug use.


Stopped selling crack, cause white don't fuck with narcos
The artist is reflecting on the fact they stopped selling crack because they recognize the risks and dangers involved in selling drugs.


Dirty money, clean money the same, even if I got life, I ain't saying a name
The singer recognizes that there's no real difference between dirty or clean money and will not 'snitch' if ever arrested.


Groovy, when I die tell Spike Lee make a movie
The singer is contemplating their own mortality and wants to leave behind a legacy given they will not be around.


Oxy, O-X-Y, only feel like I could stop me
The singer is feeling invincible and foolhardy, believing they have ultimate control over their life despite being addicted to drugs.


Let a nigga fuck then my dogs see your kitty
The artist is objectifying women even though they care about them, showing a distorted and harmful mindset.


Quincy, now how you nigga sliding up every now and then in a Bentley?
The artist is reflecting on how friends who left the drug trade are coming back and asking for favors, but the artist is suspicious of their intent.


In fact "We living to die" is a contradiction
The singer is recognizing the futility of their actions and drug use.


So trapping in a Nissan, O-X-Y, I keep 'em, O-X-Y, you need one
The singer is explaining how they sell Oxycontin out of their car as a way to make money regardless of its dangers.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Mark Anthony Spears, Quincey Hanley, William T. Brown, Willie Brown

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