Channel Zero
Bluelighter
-I can be addictin'
-I have these fiends twitchin'
-I got plenty of slang names, these are the things people call me
-Yola, cola, snow, blow, nose candy
-I make you feel dandy
-Use me and they die from my overdose next time say no to drugs
-I'm sold by dealers and cold thugs, I show no love
-I'm cooked and cut in tiny squares, better known as rocks
-Or that glass, that brown shit that'll put a fool on his ass
-Fiend for me
-You should see these fools on the streets
-I get put in tiny bags and sometimes pill bottles
-When cops run up I get thrown or swallowed
-I get sniffed up noses
-Prositutes hide me in they panty hose and
-When cops figure I'm around they search cars and clothes and
-They got dogs specialized for sniffin' me out
-When I'm found handcuffs come out
-And possesion of drugs is what I'm about
-Dealers use me
-I'm not mad, cause another fool is gonna choose me
-And to the non drug users, please excuse me
-There isn't a damn thing you can do to me
-I never feel neglected
-Always in pockets, better check it
-Dopefiends love me, they use me and euphoria is expected
-I'm worth so fuckin' much
-And for me, dealers lust
-Teens gotta thing for me, ecstasy and me for them is a must
-Users get aroused by my touch
(Hook)
-I am cocaine, people use me to relieve their stress
-Inhale me in their chest
-But sometimes I put users to rest
-'Cause I'm laced
-With crack and a heroin base
-Kill users, do an autopsy and find me, drug paraphenaila's trace
-Spread me through generations, I'm in every nation
-Sometimes I love the fact fiends use me cause its all about dedication
-But for real, I get treated and used so bad
-Get shipped overseas in plastic bags, sometimes up someone's ass
-I get suficated in them tiny bags
-Get real mad
-I get sweated on when ya throw me in ya jeans
-Let me out to play, just so I can breathe
-I'm like God to the fiends
-People willing to stick with me cause they figure I'm what they need
-Some people use me till they die
-'Cause I'm relief in their eyes
-I'm the only thrill that they like
-Leave families broken hearted and achin'
-For so many centuries I've been used, abused and takin'
-And I can never die, 'cause I come back like reincarnation
-To leave all dopefiends in frustration
(Hook 4x)
-I have these fiends twitchin'
-I got plenty of slang names, these are the things people call me
-Yola, cola, snow, blow, nose candy
-I make you feel dandy
-Use me and they die from my overdose next time say no to drugs
-I'm sold by dealers and cold thugs, I show no love
-I'm cooked and cut in tiny squares, better known as rocks
-Or that glass, that brown shit that'll put a fool on his ass
-Fiend for me
-You should see these fools on the streets
-I get put in tiny bags and sometimes pill bottles
-When cops run up I get thrown or swallowed
-I get sniffed up noses
-Prositutes hide me in they panty hose and
-When cops figure I'm around they search cars and clothes and
-They got dogs specialized for sniffin' me out
-When I'm found handcuffs come out
-And possesion of drugs is what I'm about
-Dealers use me
-I'm not mad, cause another fool is gonna choose me
-And to the non drug users, please excuse me
-There isn't a damn thing you can do to me
-I never feel neglected
-Always in pockets, better check it
-Dopefiends love me, they use me and euphoria is expected
-I'm worth so fuckin' much
-And for me, dealers lust
-Teens gotta thing for me, ecstasy and me for them is a must
-Users get aroused by my touch
(Hook)
-I am cocaine, people use me to relieve their stress
-Inhale me in their chest
-But sometimes I put users to rest
-'Cause I'm laced
-With crack and a heroin base
-Kill users, do an autopsy and find me, drug paraphenaila's trace
-Spread me through generations, I'm in every nation
-Sometimes I love the fact fiends use me cause its all about dedication
-But for real, I get treated and used so bad
-Get shipped overseas in plastic bags, sometimes up someone's ass
-I get suficated in them tiny bags
-Get real mad
-I get sweated on when ya throw me in ya jeans
-Let me out to play, just so I can breathe
-I'm like God to the fiends
-People willing to stick with me cause they figure I'm what they need
-Some people use me till they die
-'Cause I'm relief in their eyes
-I'm the only thrill that they like
-Leave families broken hearted and achin'
-For so many centuries I've been used, abused and takin'
-And I can never die, 'cause I come back like reincarnation
-To leave all dopefiends in frustration
(Hook 4x)
