| Hate the way you make me feel
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| Hate the way you make me feel
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| Hate the way you make me feel
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| Hate the way you make me feel
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| Hate the way you make me feel
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| This cost is real, astronomical
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| I can’t stop these pills, I can’t stop the bills
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| Can’t stop the sick, its impossible
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| See, I’m iller then salmonella for dinner
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| Corroding in sickness, my body’s a prison
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| Rap about drug addiction?
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| I need my pills for fucking existence
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| All this misery, making them rich
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| But they got free samples to hook the sick
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| My auto immune on self destruct
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| There is no cure, slow it down with drugs
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| I have shakes and pains as I waste away
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| Ulcers inflame till my heart palpitates
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| Shit blood till i emaciate
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| Or I can take 2 pills 4 times a day
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| I got pills in the morning, pills with food†
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| Pills in the night and afternoon
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| No drug plan, hundreds a month
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| If I’m too sick to work, my life is fucked
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| If home was some of the places I write
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| Id be a memory waiting for light
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| Pharma slave prescription servant working for pill for life
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| Do you greedy people worship the evil
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| Or the wilted demon Milton Friedman?
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| Getting rich off the sick and diseases
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| Meds out of reach for the worst off who need them
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| Heres a business plan.
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| Eat some Ativan and get inside the company van
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| That was parked on the dock at the edge of the land
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| Pop a hundred milligrams of Diazepam
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| Wash it down with a Faxe 10 can
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| Drive that thing just as fast as you can
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| As the water creeps up and you’re heavy as sand
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| Get swallowed by the panic so close to land
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| While the needy just watch, no helping hands
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| Cause the worlds worse off, never stood a chance
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| Set the costs sky high cause you knew the demand
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| But you’d use compassion to market your brand? |
| Fuck off
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| Hate the way you make me feel
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| Hate the way you make me feel
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| Hate the way you make me feel
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| Hate the way you make me feel
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| I hate the way you make me feel
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| Like nothing’s real but overkill
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| Muffled rage, a tiger in a cage
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| Trying to break free when you know there’s no way
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| No light of day, cold on the mountains
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| Hide away, increase the amounts and hope for the best
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| Try to get some rest while you’re running from the stress
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| Pills are expensive, weed costs less
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| It’s basic math, you know the rest
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| Face arrest, depression’s worse
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| Some days I care so much it hurts
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| I’ll take whatever gets me through the day
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| And maybe it’s true that it’s a huge mistake
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| But it’s the move I make but I do what I need to
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| I’ve got dreams and a plan to see through
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| Something in my brain needs disruption
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| The price is a pain but I need to function
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| So I make do. |
| So does E, and so do you
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| Coffee and cigarettes, dabs and Wellbutrin
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| Course through my system, human pollution
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| Pharmaceutical solution
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| Kick the holistics, Keep it moving
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| So I can be myself
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| Over the counter or something else
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| It’s all about health, see, and I am not the healthiest
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| It’s all about wealth, too, and I am not the wealthiest
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| Melting on nails and lining up pills
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| Space out when I take em trying to save a few bills
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| Maybe I’ll get better if I skip a few meals
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| Get a little something in me just to numb the feels
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| Shit gets real and life just happens
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| Trapped in the grasp of electric crackling
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| I need to get grounded — better than I’ve ever been
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| But I’ve gotta scrounge just to get my daily medicine
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| So, maybe it’s prescription, maybe it’s a pass
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| Maybe it’s whiskey, maybe it’s grass
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| Gotta have something, and that’s the deal
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| And I hate the way that makes me feel |