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letra de i need some blow - chubb rock

just like on a.t.e.e.m, i’m an addict, i’m an adict
back at the crib i just cause nothing but static
i think my mama-san is p-ssed and vexed cause she’s had it
snooped and found my stash in the attic
not tickled pink she threw my my sh-t in the sink
my gut is rumbling now i have to think
my sister’s jewelry, take it, no more jingling
on the crazy down low take my mom’s wedding ring
and float on to the shop called the p-wn
and he gives me two yards and my disregard to nothing
the antonym of a hero
i used to be the one now i’m less than zero
but i can feel like a million real fast
put my lips on the god d-mn gl-ss
and make a little snow using the snowman
i can’t help it i need some blow man

i used to get a’s across the board now it’s down to h’s
and the h’s stand for hatred
kicked a lot of bogusness, conned out of rehab
it was easy — my man worked at the lab
so i jetted like the concord but i made a crash landing
got back on the gl-ss cause life is demanding
first thing to do now is to get a little pistol
i like to smoke blow but i don’t like eating gristle
so the hoody comes on while i’m hiding in the corner
just run ya doe or your mom will be a mourner
the blow make me actlike i don’t know
and my ego and my moral go into escrow
the kid that i robbed the other day was my bro
face covered by the hoody yo should he
care about his worthless bro — the answer no
i can’t help it i gotta get some blow

my mom was sponsoring a child from zimbabwe
whem i’m on the pipe man i have to get my way
donating about twenty dollars a week
80 dollars a month for that i get a blunt
everyday i puff several trees
what do i care if he eats every other day
what am i saying, i can’t believe i’m a junkie
i can’t believe it yo frank nitty punch me
suicide is too good, i need something harder
maybe go cold turkey, that’ll hurt me
sweat drips on my back i react with a shiver
eye flutters while my mom closes her shutters
she doesn’t believe that i’m trying — my body dying
she thinks i found a new way of lying
while i revolve the revolver, my mom hears the tune
i’m sorry mom -boom-

- chubb rock

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