Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Weed n Speed, artist - DZK.
Date of issue: 23.04.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Weed n Speed |
So I was thinking, what should I do this evening? |
I could puff a fucking blunt, I could go out drinking |
But I’m already drunk and my trunks full of weed and |
I reek like skunk, and the phone keeps ringing |
— oh, it’s Mr. Christopha Walking calling |
Talking 'bout he’s coming down now to solve all |
My problems — and bout how he’s bringing a volume |
Of speed so strong, it’d prolly make me think I’ve gone and |
Fucking vanished and managed to land on a planet |
Where every man is seen speaking scrambled Spanish and |
Where every damn PIECE of my sanity’s damaged |
With EACH and every milligram, filling my hand up |
Well, damn it, I couldn’t plan it better myself |
I told him: roll the fuck over, get to spreading the wealth |
I shrugged my shoulders, stood up to steady myself |
Hung the phone up then went to go, get ready for hell |
Cuz yo dog, when I really wanna have a ball |
I just pop a little motherfucking adderall |
By mouth until I’m bouncing around the walls |
Up and down all the halls, all about to fall |
Fuck it — dip to the mall and I’m scaring people |
Get so high, I’ll buy shirts from American Eagle |
Why? |
I’m not really sure, but I swear it’s the evil |
Chemical mixture, that’s apparently seeped through |
The brain tissue in control of my deep view |
On issues involving shit people would tease you |
On. |
if they only knew I was rocking these see-through |
Tops with these boots, they’d probably geek, dude |
It really doesn’t matter 'cuz I’m really fucking madder |
Than any hatter, on addy, I’ll shatter ya, matter-of-fact |
I’m a tad bit badder, it’s sad, I better get outta |
Here I don’t hear the little pitter-patter of ya chitter-chatter |
You might not think I’m high |
But you can’t see my eyes |
It’s like a dream tonight |
I might just die, I see the lights |
Something’s wrong with me |
, I’m always called a «freak» |
Cuz all I do is hit the bong all week |
This weed is all I need |
You might not think I’m high |
But you can’t see my eyes |
It’s like a dream tonight |
I might just die, I see the lights |
Somethings wrong with me |
I’m always called a «freak» |
Cuz all I do is pop this speed |
This adderall is all I need |
We’re delirious, we experience physical symptoms |
That were never meant to give us intentions |
To continue binging on perilous chemicals |
With visuals so clear, they’re appearing in digital |
Staring at a mirror, thought I was invisible |
I popped shrooms like a motherfucking inner-tube |
Stop moving, talk to, the bottom of my tennis shoes |
Walk into the girls locker room of a middle school |
Yell, «breast inspector, who’s chests need braaaa’s?» |
Chicks looking distressed, begging me to stop |
Two minutes or less, I’m arrested by three cops |
That’s the last time I ever listened to my Reeboks |
So please watch, as we pop, the top to these pills |
Empty em and drop the bottle off for re-fills |
At a different pharmacy, and we still |
Can hardly keep 'em longer than a week, and we kill |
So many dexedrine and ritalin, it’s evident we’re getting it |
In quantities so large, it’s hard to fit it in |
The apartment we’re chilling in, a larger shipment is |
Always with-in arms reach, of the seat yer sitting in |
And sniffing all of it, would be a feat for Eminem |
We sell it on the streets and we keep the dividends |
Do speed, so it seems, the peak will never end |
I haven’t been to sleep for a week, I’m living in |
A tree-fort with a teen whore and a mean score |
Of weed, spores and assorted LSD, tore |
Up from the floor up, and I know I need more |
Ut, for right now I’m talking slower than Eeyore |
I rock pockets, full of hash and caps with sockets |
Smashed through em, to take gravity bong hits |
So massive, after you have it, you black out |
Fall down or pass out, now, everybody gather round |