K'd-OUT-in-AZ
Bluelighter
Gotta play it like it done. Gotta pay to see the sun.
At night no city sleeps. Watch the junkie as he creeps.
No money, no fix. No money, gonna pull tricks.
Kid this ain't for kicks. This is life when living for a fix.
Escapes reality on a drowning boat. His emotions switch off like a remote. Unless you want a .45 shoved down your throat...its best you don't take the long way home. The man sleeps at a bus stop and lives near the pay phone. Remember that personal possessions aren't the only items that can be sold for dope. In comparison your life may be fine. Keep your distance. You may be the next to walk that line.
And we supply it.
It teases me, turning nothing into something, its too easy.
Rebellious child. Intelligence mild. Common sense filed.
Told them all fuck you. Does what he's gonna do. Its far from true but he thinks he'll see it through.
Selling grass to smoke the profit. Now he offed it.
To the club he go. Moving to the flow. Ecstasy than some K until he don't know. Watching the glow. On with the show. Now he's peaking on blow.
Vibes of artificial well-being. Its only love he's seeing. Them colors he's feeling. Got his head to the ceiling.
MDMA has finally started peeling. Now its depression he's feeling. It was drugs he was dealing. Now its drugs that he'll be stealing.
It didn't take long. Serotonin gone.
Tried Reaching perfection. Now there's no correction
He ain't ever feeling better. Parents cry as they read the letter
The gun ignited an echo in his head. There would be nothing else left to be said. The misery in that empty head can now be found splattered on his lonely bed.
And we supplied it.
When the cocaine sack turned to crack in came the flow. They came running for more.
Turned that flop house to a store. When shit got hardcore you could hear everyone hit the floor.
One customer she was fourteen. Trying to be part of the scene. Fourteen days she was a fiend. Caught selling her body for cream. That girl will no longer have a dream. Its been invested on another key
Its so fucked up. So obscene. All the shit thats seen.
But it ain't to be heard. Just keep slanging bird. And keep the fuck quiet.
And I supplied it
Q: Was it not you who demanded it?
At night no city sleeps. Watch the junkie as he creeps.
No money, no fix. No money, gonna pull tricks.
Kid this ain't for kicks. This is life when living for a fix.
Escapes reality on a drowning boat. His emotions switch off like a remote. Unless you want a .45 shoved down your throat...its best you don't take the long way home. The man sleeps at a bus stop and lives near the pay phone. Remember that personal possessions aren't the only items that can be sold for dope. In comparison your life may be fine. Keep your distance. You may be the next to walk that line.
And we supply it.
It teases me, turning nothing into something, its too easy.
Rebellious child. Intelligence mild. Common sense filed.
Told them all fuck you. Does what he's gonna do. Its far from true but he thinks he'll see it through.
Selling grass to smoke the profit. Now he offed it.
To the club he go. Moving to the flow. Ecstasy than some K until he don't know. Watching the glow. On with the show. Now he's peaking on blow.
Vibes of artificial well-being. Its only love he's seeing. Them colors he's feeling. Got his head to the ceiling.
MDMA has finally started peeling. Now its depression he's feeling. It was drugs he was dealing. Now its drugs that he'll be stealing.
It didn't take long. Serotonin gone.
Tried Reaching perfection. Now there's no correction
He ain't ever feeling better. Parents cry as they read the letter
The gun ignited an echo in his head. There would be nothing else left to be said. The misery in that empty head can now be found splattered on his lonely bed.
And we supplied it.
When the cocaine sack turned to crack in came the flow. They came running for more.
Turned that flop house to a store. When shit got hardcore you could hear everyone hit the floor.
One customer she was fourteen. Trying to be part of the scene. Fourteen days she was a fiend. Caught selling her body for cream. That girl will no longer have a dream. Its been invested on another key
Its so fucked up. So obscene. All the shit thats seen.
But it ain't to be heard. Just keep slanging bird. And keep the fuck quiet.
And I supplied it
Q: Was it not you who demanded it?
