[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 chord 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

Whatchu 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."