Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Allison James, artist - Slaine. Date of issue: 02.03.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Allison James |
| Wake up |
| Wake up motherfucker |
| (Strobe light effect everything movin' slow) |
| I woke up afternoon with my jeans and my jacket on |
| Empty bottles everywhere, Jameson and Jack is gone |
| Ashes on the futon, roaches in the ashtray |
| Cocaine residue stickin' to a glass plate |
| Eyes on fire, head bumpin' like a bass kick |
| Last night’s a blur let’s ensure I was wasted |
| But what I do last night? |
| Where was I last night? |
| A kid from Miami round 5 on a fast flight |
| Hopped in a cab to the lab laid a rhyme |
| Met my peoples at the bars for some drinks, eight or nine |
| I was blunted when I came, puffin' marijuana blends |
| Caught up with some corner friends |
| They fucked me out my mind, I mean they must’ve no doubt |
| Cause I’m on the couch with a night I know nothin' about |
| I’m a villain in the night when I’m spillin' my drinks |
| Until I piece it back together and I fill in the blanks |
| (I'm sick demented, I came to represent it) |
| (Drugs got my brains fried makin' it hard to think) |
| (Strobe light effect everything movin' slow) |
| (I keep livin' like this I might lose it) |
| My anxiety was awful, kept me feelin' hostile |
| I stopped pacin', my heart racin', a flarin' nostril |
| I remember a girl who was wearin' some Aeropostale |
| A lost soul, I think she had me caught in a lasso |
| All day a sucker for love, I’m such an asshole |
| Drink on and drugs kick in, it’s only natural |
| Mixed up like Donnie Soprano and Tony Brasco |
| Dick suckin', crazy ass hoes, it ain’t a hassle |
| This is how I was thinkin' 'bout the bitches and the drinkin' |
| I figured the blinds open has us blinkin' on a Lincoln |
| My man was walkin' toward my stoop my fuckin' heart sinkin' |
| Bangin' on my door, something smelled fishy I stopped drinkin' |
| Pulled me aside his eyes are clouded with tears he can’t see |
| He said, «Allison is dead.» |
| Oh my God it can’t be |
| The pain written on his face he didn’t have to talk it |
| My address was on a script bottle in her pocket |
| Yes I’m a man who’s been filled with malice and shame |
| Between dreams and reality I balance and hang |
| Dare we say that I’m pissin' away my talents and thangs |
| And what could I have done to save Allison James? |
| ? |
| know me, I was sniffin' coke till the nose bleed |
| She was eatin' Xany’s, shootin' dope until she O. D'd |
| I took her to the hospital, left her for the doctor |
| And the nurses probably looked after her, watchin' her |
| I like to make the details up as I go along |
| And think I did the right thing even though I know I’m wrong |
| But I don’t know what all this does, push me to the wall |
| I had another in my cell the smell of pussy on my balls |
| (She died) |
| I didn’t even know who she was |
| Maybe she was just a whore who’d only blow me for drugs |
| Maybe I was just in love on that day in September shit |
| Maybe it’s a fantasy, maybe I remember it |