Lyrics Heroin - Jon Waltz, Danny Score, Jez Dior

Heroin

I ain’t get no welcome back for the fact that this is rap
But it’s stacked with sounds that match like the 90's coming back
And you act like a platinum plaque
Can judge where the fuck these artists heart is at and it can’t
I’m just a rat in a cage to these views and these plays
And I’ve been preaching for days
But nobody’s at my sermon, nobody is ever learning
I’m earning my way so it’s okay to come back
I’d like to introduce this grunge rap
Is this that new that you’ve been looking for?
Well how new is this?
See I grew up on some stunted and 50 cent in the Unit
And fifty percent of my intake of music
Was influenced by my pop and that was rocking
I was only just a kid when Slim Shady popped pills like it was hot
And he was dropping shit that made us all question what we’re doing
I just took it too serious and then I got to moving
I was skipping classes until I was a drop out
But I excelled at writing like a cop out
And then I watched my Dad rock out
I Just wanted the life, I just wanted the life
Like I’m wild for the night, fuck being polite
And I became what I am from the voices in my head
And it started when my uncle Fred passed in my bed
So I prayed to his ghost «Like help me»
Cause my family’s not united like Chelsea
And the life that I’m living’s unhealthy
But I’m living the life that they dealt me and I’m getting it
Stare at me while I’m crying and dying to hold on
There’s more drops in the bottle
But doesn’t stop him on the way down
She looks like heroin, I love it
When she touches like heroin, I need it
And she feels like heroin, I want it
It must be heroin, It must be heroin
I’m hell bounded in the cross-fire
A cross is across from the claustrophobic aerobic side of the closet
The clause stating a clause of the lost laying the law
On the hard hatred involves of the false fate of the God
Hand on the Bible, you lying?
A tiger would count your stripes
And a presence of higher beings, your only presence is silence
I promise, this is heroin, this is crack music
This is Aerosmith, bitch I spat to you
I’ll probably die being dyed the color of a die, why?
Cause I’m taking chances, the life’s just crap and you rolled a die
Make couples happy, but happiness only happens alive like
«Ronnie your accurate, she found commas inside your rhyme»
But they never question it
Too scared of the consequences of being defenseless
I’ve taken shots like the endless
Wasn’t dependent, I needed something to lie on
They never had nothing to live for, only to die for
Stare at me while I’m crying and dying to hold on
There’s more drops in the bottle
But doesn’t stop him on the way down
She looks like heroin, I love it
When she touches like heroin, I need it
And she feels like heroin, I want it
It must be heroin, It must be heroin
Is this that new that you’ve been looking for?
Is this that new that you’ve been looking for?
Well how new is this?