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Sitting on a house high on the hill, injecting coke and watching a old friend continually base his coke into his lungs. Sweating... Uh let me relax for a second... Ugh my stomach... Cokes gone and the suns still has not set. I think I might go home... Untill suchandsuch gives me a X pill (blue telephones or some shit) I hate x, but I take it anyways. Chased down with 2mg of xanax and a cold beer. 10 mins I feel effects.
Pillls, pillls, pillls, everybody wants my pills. I only trade so you best have something worth my while. hint: stinky green buds or better yet an ounce of high grade commercial seeved thru a 120 mesh silkscreen to help me over come my tweek. Thursday runs into Friday and Friday gets spilled down my throat, girls, booze, breasts, just fucking get naked already and shut up, Oh and back the bowl before you get into bed. Saturday, its Saturday right?
Meet-up with some girl I kinda want to get with and see a good live show, tooo much drugs, whatta want, whatta need, one phone call, lets go score smack, lets go get coke, lets go drown in alcohol, lets just sit here and have a good time, PLEASE...? Inhabitions and normal thinking went out the window years ago and I have a hard time pissing in public washrooms...? Call me nutz, call me, me...
People want more pills, whatta got...? Please I know you just gave 'so-and-so' a half a pill, Yea so what makes you think I am going to give you one, yes I see your money, no I dont care, leave me alone, take a pill and please dont call.
80 inch projection walls, dug out couchs, midnight sun, cutting thru the steam rising out of the hottub, girls clad in multicolored throw rugs, nipples, flesh, lick, please dont ask me for anything.
Family parties intertwinded in between days, speed up on Adderall, not really cracked out, crack a St. Paulies Girl before my shoes come off, shovel the great food down my mouth, do shots with my sister fiance, get asked by about 4 family members if I am staying clean... No I was just shooting up in your bathroom... Of course I am clean I am on some new medicine, which pill bottle do you want to see, this one that one or the one that lie's between my index and pointer fingers. Spin off into the sunset...
Easter's today, thats right, where am I? One of those rare times I wake up not having a clue where the fuck I slept. GO HOME, nobodies home.
The families Easter takes place at the hospital and I load up on benzos and the prettiest maryjane you ever done see... I am tempted to look thru the patient med cabinet that lies un-maned in the hallway. Listen to old stories of Chicago and try not to tear up. I am falling asleep in a chair, my grandmother looks better, but not good.
HEROIN HEROIN HEROIN
Has already worn out my welcome mat, broke down my front door, kicked in my bedroom door, and tied me up in slip knots. I want to use but I dont and I dont. Instead I dream elaborate dreams of dope... (an imaginary location I have created in my subconscious that always allows me to get high, I return to this city? on a constant basis ...)
Fuck me, fuck you, fuck this, at least I have a ounce of Crypt so I can hide behind the smokescreen of life. I am not a drug dealer, I'm to paranoid, I use drugs, not sell um go elsewhere, call somebody else, anything but dont call me. I feel the 'ache' comming on, its starting on in my shoulders, screw it I place the pill under my tongue and decide not to spell check this fable.
I watch my dog chase its tail, and wonder what I will do tommorrow...?
Sitting on a house high on the hill, injecting coke and watching a old friend continually base his coke into his lungs. Sweating... Uh let me relax for a second... Ugh my stomach... Cokes gone and the suns still has not set. I think I might go home... Untill suchandsuch gives me a X pill (blue telephones or some shit) I hate x, but I take it anyways. Chased down with 2mg of xanax and a cold beer. 10 mins I feel effects.
Pillls, pillls, pillls, everybody wants my pills. I only trade so you best have something worth my while. hint: stinky green buds or better yet an ounce of high grade commercial seeved thru a 120 mesh silkscreen to help me over come my tweek. Thursday runs into Friday and Friday gets spilled down my throat, girls, booze, breasts, just fucking get naked already and shut up, Oh and back the bowl before you get into bed. Saturday, its Saturday right?
Meet-up with some girl I kinda want to get with and see a good live show, tooo much drugs, whatta want, whatta need, one phone call, lets go score smack, lets go get coke, lets go drown in alcohol, lets just sit here and have a good time, PLEASE...? Inhabitions and normal thinking went out the window years ago and I have a hard time pissing in public washrooms...? Call me nutz, call me, me...
People want more pills, whatta got...? Please I know you just gave 'so-and-so' a half a pill, Yea so what makes you think I am going to give you one, yes I see your money, no I dont care, leave me alone, take a pill and please dont call.
80 inch projection walls, dug out couchs, midnight sun, cutting thru the steam rising out of the hottub, girls clad in multicolored throw rugs, nipples, flesh, lick, please dont ask me for anything.
Family parties intertwinded in between days, speed up on Adderall, not really cracked out, crack a St. Paulies Girl before my shoes come off, shovel the great food down my mouth, do shots with my sister fiance, get asked by about 4 family members if I am staying clean... No I was just shooting up in your bathroom... Of course I am clean I am on some new medicine, which pill bottle do you want to see, this one that one or the one that lie's between my index and pointer fingers. Spin off into the sunset...
Easter's today, thats right, where am I? One of those rare times I wake up not having a clue where the fuck I slept. GO HOME, nobodies home.
The families Easter takes place at the hospital and I load up on benzos and the prettiest maryjane you ever done see... I am tempted to look thru the patient med cabinet that lies un-maned in the hallway. Listen to old stories of Chicago and try not to tear up. I am falling asleep in a chair, my grandmother looks better, but not good.
HEROIN HEROIN HEROIN
Has already worn out my welcome mat, broke down my front door, kicked in my bedroom door, and tied me up in slip knots. I want to use but I dont and I dont. Instead I dream elaborate dreams of dope... (an imaginary location I have created in my subconscious that always allows me to get high, I return to this city? on a constant basis ...)
Fuck me, fuck you, fuck this, at least I have a ounce of Crypt so I can hide behind the smokescreen of life. I am not a drug dealer, I'm to paranoid, I use drugs, not sell um go elsewhere, call somebody else, anything but dont call me. I feel the 'ache' comming on, its starting on in my shoulders, screw it I place the pill under my tongue and decide not to spell check this fable.
I watch my dog chase its tail, and wonder what I will do tommorrow...?
