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Bluelighter
This is a song I wrote about how I feel about college when i'm on drugs. Lemme know what you think.
This one for the ones don't give a fuck about college
Cus I'm lifted right now
And I can't bear to come down
Off that weed, coke, x, booze trip downtown
Verse 1:
I take a good look at my life and say "damn"
I'm still in school and Im still wearin Vans
I'm still listenin to the same ol bands
And I'm still stressin girls ,in the same fuckin class
And they still tellin me I gotta stick to the plan
They still selling me the bottom sticks of the plant
If I had a wish I'd do the shit over again
Except without everyone on my ass, thinking they Charmin
I was a freshman when i took my first hit
of the counterculture, it shot me down like a poacher
Now I live my life with another state of mind
Behind me, trying to come out like my own Mr. Hyde
So, I hit up Dr. Jekyll but he's hardly ever home
Work catchin up on my ass, nothing for my bone
Yeah, yo, see I just wanna get fucked up
Prolonged use of life, my tolerance is so built up
Hook:
This one for the ones don't give a fuck about college
Cus I'm lifted right now
And I can't bear to come down
Off that weed, coke, x, booze trip downtown
So roll out the pills. And, I will come willing
I got a dude that's a chemist, cookin dimethyl-trippin
When I'm on drugs, I will never age
And the campus credit don't cover my taste
Verse 2:
You hit up your dog for some home grown
And he calls his dog up for some acid
I hit up the dog pound so i can run the gamut
Dissolve it, evaporate it, and take a drive to miami
An, I got class any second
An you can tell the dean to come check it, then suck it
Campus 5-0 they gon wreck it, for nothin
All cus I don't get up in the morning like the masses
Yeah, I wrote the verse between classes
High off the fatness, starin out my dark mirrored glasses
Puppets walk around with strings under their lashes
All while tryin to stay up on the latest fashion
Yo, I'm walkin back and countin up my Jacksons
Still looking forward to a weekend of relaxin
Bubble hashin, un-birthdays, and mad hattin
Go ask Alice where I'm at an she'll tell ya "he's back at it"
(Hook)
Verse 3:
It feels like class is in session
So spark up the four footer, show some affection
3 Lortabs and I smell time stretchin
With a PBR tall in case i start retchin
I get funny looks when I talk about drugs
All your life, your parents try to keep it on the hush hush
But rush hour in the 80's, no joke
Passin reefer in the back seat, sniffing caine-co
So BL to the TC
Poppin OTC's and smoking research chems in front of DC
The drug czar aint got me on his radar yet?
You know that mother-fucker chasing tar from the viet
Its funny how college girls stay clean like a Prius
Then on the weekend they black-out like Sirius
When I get back to class, I'm pullin C's, B's, and A's
But it dont do shit for my knowledge...
This one for the ones don't give a fuck about college
Cus I'm lifted right now
And I can't bear to come down
Off that weed, coke, x, booze trip downtown
So roll out the pills. And, I will come willing
I got a dude that's a chemist, cookin dimethyl-trippin
When I'm on drugs, I will never age
And the campus credit don't cover my taste
This one for the ones don't give a fuck about college
Cus I'm lifted right now
And I can't bear to come down
Off that weed, coke, x, booze trip downtown
Verse 1:
I take a good look at my life and say "damn"
I'm still in school and Im still wearin Vans
I'm still listenin to the same ol bands
And I'm still stressin girls ,in the same fuckin class
And they still tellin me I gotta stick to the plan
They still selling me the bottom sticks of the plant
If I had a wish I'd do the shit over again
Except without everyone on my ass, thinking they Charmin
I was a freshman when i took my first hit
of the counterculture, it shot me down like a poacher
Now I live my life with another state of mind
Behind me, trying to come out like my own Mr. Hyde
So, I hit up Dr. Jekyll but he's hardly ever home
Work catchin up on my ass, nothing for my bone
Yeah, yo, see I just wanna get fucked up
Prolonged use of life, my tolerance is so built up
Hook:
This one for the ones don't give a fuck about college
Cus I'm lifted right now
And I can't bear to come down
Off that weed, coke, x, booze trip downtown
So roll out the pills. And, I will come willing
I got a dude that's a chemist, cookin dimethyl-trippin
When I'm on drugs, I will never age
And the campus credit don't cover my taste
Verse 2:
You hit up your dog for some home grown
And he calls his dog up for some acid
I hit up the dog pound so i can run the gamut
Dissolve it, evaporate it, and take a drive to miami
An, I got class any second
An you can tell the dean to come check it, then suck it
Campus 5-0 they gon wreck it, for nothin
All cus I don't get up in the morning like the masses
Yeah, I wrote the verse between classes
High off the fatness, starin out my dark mirrored glasses
Puppets walk around with strings under their lashes
All while tryin to stay up on the latest fashion
Yo, I'm walkin back and countin up my Jacksons
Still looking forward to a weekend of relaxin
Bubble hashin, un-birthdays, and mad hattin
Go ask Alice where I'm at an she'll tell ya "he's back at it"
(Hook)
Verse 3:
It feels like class is in session
So spark up the four footer, show some affection
3 Lortabs and I smell time stretchin
With a PBR tall in case i start retchin
I get funny looks when I talk about drugs
All your life, your parents try to keep it on the hush hush
But rush hour in the 80's, no joke
Passin reefer in the back seat, sniffing caine-co
So BL to the TC
Poppin OTC's and smoking research chems in front of DC
The drug czar aint got me on his radar yet?
You know that mother-fucker chasing tar from the viet
Its funny how college girls stay clean like a Prius
Then on the weekend they black-out like Sirius
When I get back to class, I'm pullin C's, B's, and A's
But it dont do shit for my knowledge...
This one for the ones don't give a fuck about college
Cus I'm lifted right now
And I can't bear to come down
Off that weed, coke, x, booze trip downtown
So roll out the pills. And, I will come willing
I got a dude that's a chemist, cookin dimethyl-trippin
When I'm on drugs, I will never age
And the campus credit don't cover my taste
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