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letra de weed n speed - dzk

[verse 1]
so i was thinking, what should i do this evening?
i could puff a f-cking blunt, i could go out drinking
but i’m already drunk and my trunks full of weed and
i reek like skunk, and the phone keeps ringing
[what?]- oh, it’s mr. christopha walking calling
talking ’bout he’s coming down now to solve all
my problems – and bout how he’s bringing a volume
of speed so strong, it’d prolly make me think i’ve gone and
f-cking vanished and managed to land on a planet
where every man is seen speaking scrambled spanish and
where every d-mn piece of my sanity’s damaged
with each and every milligram, filling my hand up
well, d-mn it, i couldn’t plan it better myself
i told him: roll the f-ck over, get to spreading the wealth
i shrugged my shoulders, stood up to steady myself
hung the phone up then went to go, get ready for h-ll
cuz yo dog, when i really wanna have a ball
i just pop a little motherf-cking adderall
by mouth until i’m bouncing around the walls
up and down all the halls, all about to fall
f-ck it – dip to the mall and i’m scaring people
get so high, i’ll buy shirts from american eagle
why? i’m not really sure, but i swear it’s the evil
chemical mixture, that’s apparently seeped through
the brain tissue in control of my deep view
on issues involving sh-t people would tease you
on. if they only knew i was rocking these see-through
tops with these boots, they’d probably geek, dude
it really doesn’t matter ‘cuz i’m really f-cking madder
than any hatter, on addy, i’ll shatter ya, matter-of-fact
i’m a tad bit badder, it’s sad, i better get outta
here i don’t hear the little pitter-patter of ya chitter-chatter

[hook]
you might not think i’m high
but you can’t see my eyes
it’s like a dream tonight
i might just die, i see the lights
something’s wrong with me
[what?], i’m always called a “freak”
cuz all i do is hit the bong all week
this weed is all i need
you might not think i’m high
but you can’t see my eyes
it’s like a dream tonight
i might just die, i see the lights
somethings wrong with me
[what?] i’m always called a “freak”
cuz all i do is pop this speed
this adderall is all i need

[verse 2]
we’re delirious, we experience physical symptoms
that were never meant to give us intentions
to continue binging on perilous chemicals
with visuals so clear, they’re appearing in digital
staring at a mirror, thought i was invisible
i popped shrooms like a motherf-cking inner-tube
stop moving, talk to, the bottom of my tennis shoes
walk into the girls locker room of a middle school
yell, “breast inspector, who’s chests need braaaa’s?”
chicks looking distressed, begging me to stop
two minutes or less, i’m arrested by three cops
that’s the last time i ever listened to my reeboks
so please watch, as we pop, the top to these pills
empty em and drop the bottle off for re-fills
at a different pharmacy, and we still
can hardly keep ’em longer than a week, and we k!ll
so many dexedrine and ritalin, it’s evident we’re getting it
in quant-ties so large, it’s hard to fit it in
the apartment we’re chilling in, a larger shipment is
always with-in arms reach, of the seat yer sitting in
and sniffing all of it, would be a feat for eminem
we sell it on the streets and we keep the dividends
do speed, so it seems, the peak will never end
i haven’t been to sleep for a week, i’m living in
a tree-fort with a teen wh0r- and a mean score
of weed, spores and -ssorted lsd, tore
up from the floor up, and i know i need more
ut, for right now i’m talking slower than eeyore
i rock pockets, full of hash and caps with sockets
smashed through em, to take gravity bong hits
so m-ssive, after you have it, you black out
fall down or p-ss out, now, everybody gather round

- dzk

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