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letra de pill hobby - james wames

[intro]
(ou f-cking james wames)
high as the
high as high as the

[verse]
high as the sp-ce station but it’s way too low
so high up that i’m low as sh-t way down in h-ll hoe
high as the sp-ce station but it’s way too low
so high up that i’m low as sh-t way down in h-ll hoe
eyes low like a buddha eyes lower than a scuba
that’s what i’m f-cking with cus that’s how i like it b-tch
eyes closed meditation no heart rate sedation
couch lock glue sensation i like to chew medication
floating empty void i think that rather be my choice
but a choice i do not have i gotta leave behind that half
break up doc’s that best worst friend no more for mе
them best worst friends my еnemies bar baby in me k!lling me
emotional attachment drugs
i thought that was me
if i let it be maybe maybe
if i let it be maybe clear i can see
junkie for adrenaline jetski sand
junkie for them drugs junkie for some more
junkie for some sh-t i want can’t get
junkie tryna get lit
b-tch my head f-cked up my mental’s sh-t
i’m r-t-rd sh-t r-t-rded b-tch
screws loose mental f-ck this sh-t
don’t look at me like that this
eat it my thoughts get beat sniff it if i need be
pop pill my thoughts ill pop it my thoughts lock it
drink it so i don’t think smoke it i don’t got no hope
hope i don’t go down this road hope i don’t tie my neck rope
do this so i don’t k!ll myself myself real ill
but i did this and it k!lled me unintentional od
twice hope i do not go thrice maybe my life get more nice
cus i been k!lling out this poor life maybe success get more height
you were born a loser die a winner malaa i’m illicit sinner
if you want get on my boat i’m not sure if or not there’s hope
checkup from the neck up myself i’ll f-cking deck up
checkup from the neck up i think i’m bouta mess up
you were born a loser die a winner malaa i’m illicit sinner
smoking i can’t tolerate home i’m just f-cked i write these poems
checkup from the neck up myself i’ll f-cking deck up
checkup from the neck up i think i’m bouta mess up
don’t judge me i’ll pay no attention
judge me like courts i have no affection
sh-t i’m who i am look reflection
take yo ass to a mirror see your reflection
brain chemistry changeup swallow benzo xanny
permanently chemical altered takin too many
now i’ve lost my motherf-cking memory
now i don’t got sh-t but a motherf-cking penny
all that i know is sh-t that do not work
put me down fork through me just like a pork
all i know it sh-t that do not work
i don’t know how to fix this no more
vice rattlesnake
vices rattlesnake
all i know is sh-t that do not work
i don’t know how to fix this no more
vice rattlesnake
vices rattlesnake
stay grey still grey
stay grey still grey

- james wames

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