| Looking at this pill in the middle of my palm
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| Pop it, sip some cola, 30 minutes, it be on
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| Staring at the sidekick, words come to me
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| Rolling up the Swisher, puffing on the loosie
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| Got a nigga focused, feeling alright
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| With this type of feeling, I can write all night
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| I never had a problem with paying attention
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| Popped the Adderall, then I wrote a verse in minutes
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| Play this in your iPod, nodding on Vicodin
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| Man, this shit legal, it must be alright then
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| Nigga, yeah, right, this shit even worse
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| When doctor wrote prescription, your addiction was birthed
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| Turn your kids to fiends with a drug called Ritalin
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| This is for my niggas popping Xannies, not remembering
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| Uh… what they did last night
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| Pills and orange tubes got the government right
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| They say there’s no stopping from starting Oxycontins
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| They in trailer parks sniffing it with rolled dollars
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| All about a dollar, baby killers in the world
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| The ones that supply you, when you gotta fucking cold
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| I can’t feel, when I’m off this pill
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| No doubt, I done 'em all, Xanny bars, Adderall
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| My mind drifts, let it dissolve in what I sipped
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| My soul blowing in the wind, eat pills and Vicodins
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| They say I, might go out like Heath Ledger
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| Laughing at the Joker off an antidepressant
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| And if you can’t sleep, they got a pill for that
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| Brown good in popping Enzyte to get my dick fat
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| Fags take hormones to grow a set of titties
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| Got a pill to make your dick hard, when you’re 60
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| Now tell me do that add up, G
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| When they lock your ass up for a dimebag of weed
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| Teen girls take birth control, killing off the seeds
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| Got her looking 20, when she only 15
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| They got illegal ones like X and Mescaline
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| In my teens my homie took one, he did 15
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| My granny turned out on them blood pressure pills
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| And if she don’t pop 'em, she might not be here
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| But is it really helping make a nigga shed a tear
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| I wonder, do they make a pill to take away your fears? |