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letra de addictionary - mhz legacy

[verse 1: copywrite]
“pete (don’t), no, man, pills are bad”
“peter, remember cocaine k!lled your dad?” see, that’s
my inner heart style, so i’ll remember next time i’m hovering
above a mirror, looking at the reflection of my inner nostril
that feeling when you crave drugs and that feeling afterwards
when you feel like a slave does once you paid ‘cause
lame buzz, wear off so i can sober up
and then forty-eight hours later, you’re on the phone for stuff
sitting with what k!llеd kurt, jimmy, the well-known
dripping the blood spillеd, twerp, give me your cellphone
i’m deleting every contact with pills next to the name
run out the maze and still exit it sane
it’s your sensible side. call me the angel on the right shoulder
look, i don’t care what you call me. just get up and fight, soldier
the addict in me says, “i’ll stop it tomorrow.” bottle of pride
and the contents of bottles harmful to swallow

[verse 2: ill bill]
was it cancer that k!lled my uncle or was it the cooked coca?
did acid reveal my troubles? did it help me look closer into
the dark side of my mind’s eye or just destroy my brain cells
and leave my mind fried? i think it’s somewhere in between
i remember steve. he went further
took enough acid to k!ll a horse and then attempted murder
stabbed his fiancée in the throat with scissors, hallucinations
of satan, cults, and wizards, and the end result was prison. drugs
are like guns in the mature and rational person’s possession
the possibilities of positivity are endless
but in irresponsible hands, the consequences are tremendous
potentially in heart, finally horrendous
in the right hands, this pill here’s a helpful prescription medicine
but to mikey and sam, this f-cking pill is hillbilly heroin
and miss lily over there across the street has some
so while she’s at bingo, let’s drop through a window and sn-tch them
[verse 3: slaine]
a cold-blooded americano kind of like a carnivore
do a line of raw, i’m like a bull inside a china store
i’m stupid and dangerous, stick my d-ck in her v-g-n- raw
i’m kind of odd, taking acid, trying to find a god
from percs to ocs, angel dust to adderall
ketamine to crystal meth, mescaline, i had it all
at thirteen, i caught a high and dropped the bat and ball
after that, i’m out my mind and bouncing off this padded wall
my habits are bad, here’s another picking up quick
stashing angel dust next to my mother’s chicken cutlets
in the freezer, but i sees these kids are freaking gutless
i’ll smoke some crazy eddie victim’s d-ckhead for his cutlass
but i’m older now. it’s coke, benzos, and booze. i stick
to the basics, and, once in a while, i’m bending the rules. i can
go on a bender i guess, it all depends on the news
trust me: you could understand it if you’ve been in my shoes
man…

- mhz legacy

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