Shot

I got dope in my veins and I’m feeling no pain Weed from the night before hit me like a train Speed so good that it takes forever to wane I got dope in my veins and it’s flowing in my brain So I float and I coast Jot down all my thoughts on a note Sometimes I think about my lyrics I wrote Smoke a little H on small foil boat Shoot a quarter gram of dope Rehabs not gonna help nope Sometimes wanna die by the rope Man all Im tryna do is cope Nothing like a poke in my arm No alarm when my body gets all warm Overload of ecstasy begins to swarm hour my dilated pupils begin to form Shot then cough and off we go When will I stop I do not know Wonder how much crystal meth that I have left But I bet a homie will get me all set If I don’t got some money then a homie will always share But if I wanna take some home I gotta prepare To get a couple twenty bucks because that’s what’s fair While I’m there I get so high I can feel my hair Needle in my arm right before a UA I just might go to jail today And away in a cell is where I’ll stay So as I wait to piss I’ll pray Satan seems to understand Never fail to lend a hand Everyone high vacating at tweaker land Wouldn’t be surprised if we all are damned Smokers, shooters, snorters, and eaters Gonna become a vein feeder Where are you on the scale I’ll draw up a thick forty and set sail Smoking just doesn’t get the job done anymore Let me get a shot and soar Why smoke it and sigh when you can shoot it and fly Everyone asks me when I think I’ll die It’s probably not a lie when I say I’m not making it past 27 Definitely not going to heaven People selling pipes at truck stops and seven/elevens Addiction is a deep pool I dive in Sin sin sin Think it’s how I’ll win Wonder were people will think I’ve been When I finally end up in prison Another world in the devils den I’ll try not to walk around and grin Yep I spend all my money on drugs Though I still wish I could get more hugs High enough of the time I never search the rugs Not once have I scratched my face for bugs Rarely ever feen When I do I won’t be seen Or I’ll at least smoke some green Sometimes the comedown is like a dream No track marks cause I can hit a fucking vein A little twenty five then go walk in the rain Sticking to myself and staying in my lane Starting to wish no one knew my name Shot then cough and off we go When will I stop I do not know Wonder how much crystal meth that I have left But I bet a homie will get me all set I got dope in my veins and I’m feeling no pain Weed from the night before hit me like a train Ever since my first puff I’ve never been the same Nothing more crazy than Methamphetamine