Captain Brewster
Bluelight Crew
Is it just me or is all the stereotypical drug music complete shit?
Probably, I haven't listened to all the stereotypical drug music out there to comment.
Is it just me or is all the stereotypical drug music complete shit?
^ Agreed-any music could be related to drugs: what everyone was listening to, your favourite album/songs at the time, the artists at the festivals one attended... might not necessarily be "drug music" by definition, but it is associated with a period of time/experiences...
allright lets pretend Marshall Mathers never picked up a pen
lets pretend things would have been no different
pretend he procrastinated had no motivation
pretend he just made excuses that were so paper thin they could blow away with the wind
marshall you’re never gonna make it makes no sense to play the game there ain’t no way that you’ll win
pretend he just stayed outside all day and played with his friends
pretend he even had a friend to say was his friend
and it wasn’t time to move and schools were changing again
he wasn’t socially awkward and just strange as a kid
he had a father and his mother wasn’t crazy as shit
and he never dreamed he could rip stadiums and just lazy as shit
fuck a talent show in a gymnasium bitch you won’t amount to shit quit daydreaming kid
you need to get your cranium checked you thinking like an alien it just ain’t realistic
now pretend they ain’t just make him angry with this sh-t and there was no one he could even aim when he’s pissed it
and his alarm went off to wake him off but he didn’t make it to the rap Olympics slept through his plane and he missed it
he’s gonna have a hard time explaining to Hailey and Laney these food stamps and this WEAK shit
cuz he never risked shit he hopes and he wished it but it didn’t fall in his lap so he ain’t even here
he pretends that…
White lips, pale face Breathing in snowflakes Burnt lungs, sour taste Light's gone, day's end Struggling to pay rentLong nights, strange men
And they say She's in the Class A TeamStuck in her daydreamBeen this way since 18But lately her face seemsSlowly sinking, wastingCrumbling like pastriesAnd they screamThe worst things in life come free to usCos we're just under the upperhandGo mad for a couple gramsAnd she don't want to go outside tonightAnd in a pipe she flies to the MotherlandOr sells love to another manIt's too cold outsideFor angels to flyAngels to fly
Ripped gloves, raincoatTried to swim, stay afloatDry house, wet clothesLoose change, bank notesWeary-eyed, dry throatCall girl, no phone
And they say She's in the Class A TeamStuck in her daydreamBeen this way since 18But lately her face seemsSlowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastriesAnd they screamThe worst things in life come free to usCos we're just under the upperhandAnd go mad for a couple gramsAnd she don't want to go outside tonightAnd in a pipe she flies to the MotherlandOr sells love to another manIt's too cold outsideFor angels to fly An angel will dieCovered in whiteClosed eyeAnd hoping for a better life This time, we'll fade out tonightStraight down the line
And they say She's in the Class A Team Stuck in her daydreamBeen this way since 18But lately her face seemsSlowly sinking, wastingCrumbling like pastries
They scream The worst things in life come free to usAnd we're all under the upperhandAnd go mad for a couple gramsAnd we don't want to go outside tonightAnd in a pipe we fly to the MotherlandOr sell love to another manIt's too cold outsideFor angels to fly Angels to flyTo fly, flyAngels to fly,To fly, to flyFor angels to die
Here we come reach for your gun
And you better listen well my friend, you see
It's been slow down below,
Aimed at you we're the cowboys from hell
Deed is done again, we've won
Ain't talking no tall tales friend
'Cause high noon, your doom
Comin' for you we're the cowboys from hell