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letra de the drugs - k.a.a.n.

[intro]
[?]

[verse]
i smoke one blunt and now my mind’s fried
i did one line and now my eyes wide
i pop one bean and now i’m seein’ things
if you got money then they’ll sell it to you
the customer is always right
make sure you put your seatbelt on
’cause you might take flight
but don’t smoke it, pop it, or snort it, if you scared of them heights
and don’t forget ’bout moderation for the sake of your life
now some rappers are open about all the drugs they abuse
a plethora of purposes for every drug that they use
they got drugs to keep them awake
they got drugs to put them to sleep
they got drugs that’s made for the pain
they got drugs that’d keep ’em sane
it’s the drugs

[refrain]
i think i did too much (too much)
i think i did too much (too much)
(i’m high as f-ck)
[verse 2]
so easily influenced, we under the influence
these rappers love drugs like jesus loved judas
and drugs love love you feel the love when you consume it
you’d be ruined
if you don’t know the correct way you should do ’em
rule one: don’t get high on your own supply
rule two: [?] make the drugs multiply
rule number three, the most important one to me: no matter how much you do, make sure you don’t die
drugs give you creativity, that’s why they listen
drugs give you sight when you blind, call it vision
drugs give you purpose when you feel your purpose’ missin’
the only side effect is you go broke from addiction

[refrain]
i think i did too much (too much)
i think i did too much (too much)
(i’m dry as f-ck)

[verse 3]
them drugs make a rapper feel like everything he ain’t
them drugs add a vivid color whenever he paints
them drugs ain’t a joke, and they ain’t for the faint
f-ck around and you gon’ end up like franklin saint, you washed up
the gutter where you now reside
them drugs used to feel like life, now they feel like a suicide
a simple, hazardous habit that has a side effect
got rappers spendin’ every dime from their royalty check
as soon as the tax man comes to collect
you’ll see him sell his catalogue, his [?] his car today, his house tomorrow
his morals gone, all to get one more hit
a chart-topping fix and it might sound like this
[refrain]
(i feel high as f-ck)
(i feel high as f-ck)
i think i did too much (too much)
i think i did too much (too much)
i think i did too much (too much)
i think i did too much (too much)

- k a a n

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