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letra de oxypolycontin - gdp

[gdp]
must have had the cheapest oxycontin connect i never met
25 dollar 80’s to the neck for dolo
couldn’t cope with your own social dilemmas so you crush
a blue up to make the day go better
said f-ck art school, you already were an artist
dropped out to valet park cars for tips
guess your parents knew something i didn’t; you have a pre-
condition to prescription addiction
and when we had that crip i never noticed any reason for you
to go to high focus groups, but i was using too, if there was
anyone to stop me from leaving out the spot geeked to poly over oxys
bottles of e&j, rhyme sessions, trees for breakfast, bartenders, and groupies
getting buck naked in our living room, l!cking b00bs. you were too f-cked
up, just sat back and played it cool. when i moved you come through my
new spot probably every few weeks we heatin poly over oxys
you made that album awesome, graduated to smack magna c-m laude.
we were (?) like sherlock and watson but it was the watsons that got you
locked in, when youre choppin bags what was i to do, not get
high with you? i got my own vices and all kinds of moods your mom dukes
wilded on me like its my fault “you keep away from him or i’ll call the
cops you slimeball!” “ummmm, i’ve been on tour for 3 months, how was i
to know about your dragon chasing son?” but honestly, you always had a
(?) crack a cold brewski and poly over oxys like oly oly oxen free!
cheap oxys and beats, didn’t realize you had gotten so deep.
remember back on that pact we made a stag, to highjack rap music and never
look back? your production was math, developed my craft, (?) came out and
put the whole sh-t on smash, from beats in your bas-m-nt and choosing the
dopest ones rip open your (?) to cats we love throwing up
you were supposed to be in the van with us, p-wned your turntables
for a quick buck (spent up!). had the nerve to tell your folks you
lent them to me i was overseas but your sister told me all about
your accident, p-ssed out and cracked your head. whole time thinkin
how whacked you musta had to been. detox to rehab to relapse again
there’s only 2 ways from out the dragons den. you reap what you sow,
teach what you know. hopefully you bounce back off the ropes i know a lot
of soldiers that ghosted in the opiatic static but your’e too talented
to get mike jacksoned. just know whatever happens your’e my motherf-cking
heart,the only f-cking reason i took this sh-t this far and i got your back
no matter where or what your’e on and when you get your sh-t together this
whole world is ours

- gdp

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