Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Narcotics Anonymous, artist - Meyhem Lauren. Album song Silk Pyramids, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.05.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Thrice Great
Song language: English
Narcotics Anonymous |
I’m addicted to the drugs, I can’t stop moving them |
I’m addicted to the drugs, I can’t stop using them |
I’m addicted to the drugs, I can’t stop moving them |
I’m addicted to the drugs, I can’t stop using them |
Don’t get it twisted dog, I just said no |
Somebody showed me how to make drugs flow |
I don’t use em to get high, just for getting fly |
Started with a couple ounces just for getting by |
Now we passed that, workers moving fast black |
I wake up every day thinking where the cash at |
The opposite side of addiction is still an addiction |
That’s like a high for me each time I fill a prescription |
Waking up in cold sweats, looking for a missed call |
Still about that fast life, moving like a pitched ball |
Shaking and pacing when that good product’s not around |
If that ain’t here then Imma have to get it out of town |
This addiction got me conflicted, my social life diminished |
Every time I chill with bitches I just think about my spinach |
I ain’t worried bout scoring, I’m already winning |
This world’s an ocean filled with money and my mind is swimming |
Thinking bout how I can bottle it and keep it |
Fuck the weak shit, my niggas still get work the cheapest |
Ain’t no secret, I’m an addict with a habit |
I got to have it cause my spending is elaborate |
Yo, lucky for you your number one custy |
Is nice with the bars, no I never been rusty |
Nice with the knife but I never tried to cut meat |
Drown my emo shit on wet, get dusted |
I guess I decided I’d try anything once |
11 out in Queens, Heemy puffing on the blunt |
And no it ain’t a gateway, beginning to a great day |
Made me feel a great way, still fucking great, ay |
I don’t give a fuck about no shape up, let’s get it started |
If I don’t shape up, I’m dearly departed |
Find your boy dazed, stinking up the apartment |
I guess looking back, drinking’s where it started |
I was 13, yo I thought it was jiggy |
Son rolling round drinking Cisco and 151 |
Now I’m almost 30 and worried about my liver |
Yeah it make me shiver and so I pray to Shiva |
So fuck a shape up, I said «call me when you wake up» |
Made 5 stacks off a show, get your cake up |
My life is for the taking, dough you can rake in |
If you don’t got a conscience say when |
And where, I’ll meet you, I got a whip |
Probably shouldn’t be driving in the fucking state I’m in |
But there you go, textbook drug seeking behavior |
I don’t even know, Jesus think I need a savior |
Think I need something, couple things |
Yo Mey, you could meet me, bring a couple things |
Leaning off that codeine, you can spot me from the limp |
Yo I’ll meet you at the studio bring a lobster and scrimp |
I should’ve never told that doctor that my neck hurts |
Now it’s 5 am, running around the sector with Hector |
I’m blowing cash man, can we work out something special? |
Off the record reckon, spit a free verse for your record |
Is that good? |
Is that enough bars? |
Can I get my fucking shit now man |
(Yeah I got you) |
What is that 29 bars, how much shit get me? |
(Imma hold you down son, just cross the street right, go in the building. |
There’s gonna be a nigga with a mink hat on. |
He’s gone point you to a little |
girl on a scooter, she’s rocking a blonde wig. |
She’s gone hand it to you, |
alright? |
Good looking. |
One.) |