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letra de all my friends are on meds - gdp

[verse 1: pistol]
the ghost rider send subliminal disses son, i pity the fool
tweakin’ out shirtless throwing chicks in swimming pools
last of a lions breed, the underlying theme
unbridle the beast and run it high cus it’s time to eat
one line for pete, one for matthew
it’s my habit and i’ll hide it if i have to
speedballin’ with sha, pistol lay it down
shout to dave cranky if he could see me now
times will f-ck touch down, up in b-tches organs
too numb to cum, try in every single orifice
it makes me wonder how to keep my f-ckin’ head trip
smokin’ opium and sniffin’ dope my girl gets jealous
to sum it up in a word, i’m absurd
jack a boys lexus, give it new paints and blades and then change the plates
now its back on the street
catch an oil change at bp
with thugs down in dc
jet to iraq, these yellow bellied pigs are k!llin’ mad chicks and little children
y’all afraid to make a real decision
it’s the jump off, you cum soft
get thrown over the edge
cut the cord on my golden parachute
loose suspended on my breath
i could get a second chance but imma end it all instead
the cleaner the cut, the quicker it takes
and wake up on the third day sick with the shakes
i’m leavin’ all my things to dre
pistol pete is history
it’s rainin’ alizé again
the industry is k!llin’ me
feelin’ heavenly again
all my friends are on meds
everyone
all my friends are on meds
[interlude]

[verse 2: gdp]
the most wasted sp-wn of satan since easy failed his aids test
thirty kicks and a platinum medication bracelet
the liaison and consumer disillusionment
and news that fuels, juicy rumors for foolish pigs
fluorinated water, fluoride tablets
it’s my life to throw away god d-mnit!
mary’s my safety net, lucy helps me reflect
molly’s a jealous ex and julie you’re the f-ckin’ best
my friends text about wax paper envelopes
and can’t sleep correct without alcohol
i consider what we’re doing to our livers
and i remember it doesn’t really make that big a difference
in summary, the drugs love g
a thousand xanax couldn’t comfort me but its something at least
a slice of raspberry clarity pie with a dollop of mistreat whipped cream on the side (right)
down the hill, when orange county dignitaries
drinking away their fears and worries
reminiscing the same old stories
once you’re cut off, you’re cut off
i been started a tab, took a bump in the stall that deflects like a bullet proof vest
walked out the men’s room sober again
the better the booze, the less my head aches
i greet each day with a whisky and a vape
i keep having these dreams where my t–th are falling out
and every time i saved enough for an umbrella i bought a round
drinking every chance i get
all my friends are on meds
every street’s a dead end
all my friends are on meds

- gdp

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