Psych Eval

[Intro Skit] Doc: "Mr. Collins?" Greydon: "Yeah, that's me." Doc: "Welcome to my practice, come on back Go ahead and have a seat. So tell me, what seems to be the problem?" Greydon: "Well, the problem is I don't feel like I have a outlet anymore Like, I don't have any reason, to do this. I sit at the keyboard and feel lost." [Verse 1: Greydon] But then when I strike a key, everything opens I'm not joking, I've literally left my computer smokin' But then I hit the cord D minor Music is like my woman and I feel like it's my job to find her Not for her vagina, but for what is inside her This is my heart, my soul, I would never deny her Her grace and speed, her own space to breathe The beautiful sounds that she makes when makin' me Agreed upon the keys And as I play I start imagining things And while imagining things I start rambling things Mostly gibberish first But I hope I gather long enough just to spit up a verse But wait, focus, focus on the music Because without that ingredient the verse is gon' be useless So before you know it I've added some hats But just to be different I'm not gonna use no snare on this track So then I add some strings, yeah And I think I know exactly what this track needs How 'bout some flutes, but I don't wanna over-do it So long as it sounds good then I'm tellin' the truth This is the formula I use when I stand in the booth To precisely execute like I do in my room With realistic lyrics to boot And I may be young but I guarantee you these lyrics are true But I should be able to control 'em at least I feel like a beast, I think I need my medication increased What'chyou think, Doc? [Outro Skit] Doc: "Okay Mr. Collins, we're going to increase your existing prescription of Abilify to 90 milligrams I'll see you in three weeks for another eval."