Drugs

[00:11.26] Now the drugs don't work
[00:14.51] They just make you worse
[00:17.58] But I know I'll see your face again
[00:55.87] Pretty puke puddle that I'm laying in
[00:58.19] Phone alarm's going off
[00:59.91] Fuck it though, I'm lyin in
[01:02.40] I'm wire thin
[01:03.42] I dunno why, I ain't dieting
[01:05.19] Maybe it's this vicodin
[01:06.97] It's strung me out like a violin
[01:09.53] Fiend Simon dialed me in
[01:10.54] He's trying to buy a ting
[01:12.35] It's mad I used to look down at him
[01:13.50] For piping up and firing
[01:16.01] Talking to myself, not recognising who's replying
[01:18.74] I'm becoming so much like the clients that I've been supplying
[01:22.00] Fuck the sentimental shite
[01:24.04] I'm mental when I get mortal like
[01:25.82] I pop a pill and then spike this bitch
[01:27.67] And then fuck her until she ain't walking right
[01:29.31] My buzz don't last for half a night
[01:30.63] My comedown is too hard too fight
[01:32.82] Euphoria, she leaves with my endorphins
[01:34.83] And I'm forced to keep endorsing
[01:36.81] This extortionate emotional support
[01:39.24] Even though I know that I'll never get the same high as before
[01:42.28] I just keep shovelling this shit up until my nostrils get sore
[01:46.10] Until Si picks me off the floor
[02:03.28] Skunk, cannabis, about half a cancer stick
[02:20.68] Rolled up in a juicy blunt
[02:22.45] Slow burner, candlestick
[02:24.24] I'm with Uncle Mix, cocaine and a couple of chicks
[02:27.19] IPhone for a couple of pics
[02:29.04] Couple of lines off a couple of tits
[02:31.51] But my life's shit
[02:32.80] Drugs seem like the quickest fix
[02:34.45] Temporary escape from the estates
[02:36.32] And all the fucking pricks
[02:38.02] That's why I'm in such a rush to take the first hit or first sip
[02:40.75] E&J burnt up my throat
[02:42.88] Fucking roach burnt up my lip
[02:45.04] Then it wears off
[02:46.28] And I feel like I'm worse off
[02:48.04] Looking out on London bridge
[02:49.74] Thinking about throwing myself off
[02:52.09] Nah, that's soft
[02:53.49] There's better ways that I could feel his wrath
[02:54.95] I got loads of gear in my loft
[02:56.74] I got loads of pills I can scoff
[02:59.31] Is it Smirnoff?
[03:00.43] The reason I'm looking like a Goth
[03:02.06] Fuck knows but I'll tell you what
[03:03.35] There's blood coming out when I cough
[03:05.25] Spent most of my life in the dark
[03:07.10] Chasing the light like a moth
[03:08.66] Eventually the light will turn off
[03:40.00] Sensing the party's over
[03:41.79] I'm not looking over my shoulder
[03:43.56] Lucy pulls me closer
[03:44.78] Fuck it I'm bored, let's go, let's ghost her
[03:47.07] Sick of all the boasters
[03:48.32] Loads of niggas sniffing that Frankie Cocozza
[03:51.32] Thinking they the Cosa Nostra
[03:53.67] So much talk of toasters
[03:55.46] Gold Roleys and roadsters
[03:57.04] Hoes that make sex tapes and then become role models on shows and posters (slags)
[04:00.76] It's clear the end is nigh
[04:02.01] The Mayans, they said so suh
[04:03.76] Fuck it just take me now, I'm done
[04:05.78] Lets wrap it up like a samosa
[04:07.86] Consultant says they're running out of things to try
[04:10.05] The ain't working right, It's only fucking up my insides
[04:14.03] As I document my decline
[04:15.44] A famous line just springs to mind
[04:17.20] The drugs don't work, they make you worse
[04:18.98] Every type and every kind
[04:20.84] Even one's designed to help you fight just seem so shite
[04:23.89] And all the side effects they leave you with no life and no respite
[04:27.13] No end in sight
[04:28.59] But these cunts, they don't know what it's like
[04:30.61] Ask my boy Charlie, he'll tell you straight
[04:32.67] Real talk and no hype, like
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