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