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letra de drugs don't work - casisdead

[hook: richard ashcroft (distorted)]
–they just make you worse
but i know i’ll see your face again
now the drugs don’t work
they just make you worse
but i know i’ll see your face again
now the drugs don’t work

[verse 1: casisdead]
pretty puke puddle that i’m lying in (yeah)
phone alarm’s going off
f-ck it though, i’m lyin in (ha-ha)
i’m wire thin
i dunno why; i ain’t dieting (dunno)
maybe it’s this vicodin
it’s strung me out like a violin
fiend simon dialed me in
and he’s trying to buy a ting
it’s mad i used to look down at him
for piping up and firing (yeah)
talking to myself, not recognising who’s replying (nah)
i’m becoming so much like the clients that i’ve been supplying
f-ck the sentimental sh-te
i’m mental when i get mortal, like
i pop a pill and then spike this b-tch
and then f-ck her until she ain’t walking right (yeah)
my buzz don’t last for half a night (nah)
my comedowns too hard too fight
euphoria: she leaves with my endorphins
and i’m forced to keep endorsing
it’s extortionate, emotional support
even though i know that i’ll never get the same high as before
i just keep shovelling this sh-t up until my nostrils get sore
’til si picks me off the floor (alright, si)
(ehm, yeah)

[hook: richard ashcroft (distorted)]
now the drugs don’t work
they just make you worse
but i know i’ll see your face again
now the drugs don’t work
they just make you worse
but i know i’ll see your face again

[verse 2]
skunk, cannabis, about half a cancer stick
rolled up in a juicy blunt, slow burner—candlestick
i’m with uncle mix, cocaine and a couple of chicks
iphone for a couple of pics
couple of lines off a couple of t-ts (yeah)
but my life’s sh-t
drugs seem like the quickest fix
temporary escape from the estates and all the f-cking pr-cks
that’s why i’m in such a rush to take the first hit or first sip
e&j burnt up my throat
f-cking roach burnt up my lip
then it wears off
and i feel like i’m worse off (yeah)
looking out on london bridge (nah)
thinking about throwing myself off
nah, that’s soft (yeah)
there’s better ways that i could feel his wrath
i got loads of gear in my loft
i got loads of pills i can scoff
is it smirnoff?
the reason i’m looking like a goth
f-ck knows but i’ll tell you what, there’s blood coming out when i cough
spent most of my life in the dark
chasing the light like a moth (yeah)
eventually the light will turn off
(i’m f-cked, in’i?)

[verse 3: casisdead]
sensing the party’s over
i’m not looking over my shoulder
lucy pulls me closer
f-ck it i’m bored, let’s go, let’s ghost her (uh)
sick of all the boasters (uh)
loads of n-ggas sniffing that frankie cocozza
thinking they the cosa nostra (ha)
so much talk of toasters
gold roleys and roadsters
hoes that make s-x tapes and then become role models on shows and posters (slags)
it’s clear the end is nigh
the mayans, they said so-suh
f-ck it just take me now, i’m done let’s wrap it up like a samosa
consultant says they’re running out of things to try
the–ain’t working right, it’s only f-cking up my insides
as i doc-ment my decline
a famous line just springs to mind
the drugs don’t work, they make you worse (nah)
every type and every kind (uh)
even one’s designed to help you fight just seem so sh-te
and all the side effects they leave you with no life and no respite
no end in sight (uh)
but these c-nts, they don’t know what it’s like (nah)
ask my boy, charlie, he’ll tell you straight
real talk and no hype, like
(big up charlie, will you? so)

[refrain]
but i know i’m on a losing streak
as i p-ssed down your street
if you want to show, then just let me know and i’ll sing in your ear again

[hook]
now the drugs don’t work
they just make you worse
but i know i’ll see your face again
’cause, baby

- casisdead

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