Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Drugs, artist - Mickey Avalon. Date of issue: 23.04.2012
Song language: English
Drugs |
| You remember the orgy? |
| All those sluts |
| There was no other guys there, except for her husband |
| I was fucking her husband |
| Drugs, up in this club |
| I don’t want to dance, I want to get numb |
| Drugs, my bitches who touch me |
| Never come down 'cause we’re living it up |
| Dear mom |
| Dear old dad |
| I can’t tell you all the fun I had |
| There’s been up down, rounds and rounds |
| I ain’t stop for a year and a half now |
| Class clown but nobody laughing |
| Avalon, bored and on the plastic |
| Corny bastards caught in traffic |
| I take Phantom and get there faster |
| While a black, crackhead tranny licks my ass crack |
| In a black Trans Am with a cracked tranny black you’re shit is whack |
| So am I when I’m drunk and high |
| But it don’t seem to matter 'cause the kids still buy |
| Ching ching, baby buy me a ring |
| Gonna walk down the streets like the white Jay-Z |
| Stop, stop |
| Drugs, up in this club |
| I don’t want to dance, I want to get numb |
| Drugs, my bitches who touch me |
| Never come down 'cause we’re living it up |
| Dear John |
| Dear old Jane |
| I had to leave town in a blazing flame |
| Shit got hot like a lazer beam |
| Kids gathered round it was crazy, screams |
| Little baby shouldn’t see these things |
| Dad half dead with a needle in his weewee |
| See me on MTV on MDMA |
| I gave VD to the VJ |
| Comin' in at number one |
| I got a bullet with your name written on it in my gun |
| Now baby tell me what you really want |
| Drugs, up in this club |
| I don’t want to dance, I want to get numb |
| Drugs, my bitches who touch me |
| Never come down 'cause we’re living it up |
| Dear God, mother Mary |
| Hungary hanging from the apple tree |
| Avalon, hung like a donkey |
| Freshilonky come on little mommy |
| Textbook maniac, highjacked a train and cracked |
| Jesse James Dean is my name I pray to Cadillac |
| Games so type, pussy lips drip spit |
| Lick clitorises from here to Brazil |
| Drugs, up in this club |
| I don’t want to dance, I want to get numb |
| Drugs, my bitches who touch me |
| Never come down 'cause we’re living it up |