Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Naked Lunch, artist - Nacho Picasso. Album song Lord of the Fly, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Nacho
Song language: English
Naked Lunch |
| All the drugs I abused and I’m still not amused |
| All the drugs I abused and I’m still not amused |
| And I’m still not amused |
| And I’m still not amused |
| And I’m still not amused |
| All the drugs I a- |
| I’m drugged up, got drug out |
| I tried to slide home safe from the dugout |
| Rub me the wrong way and get rubbed out |
| My eyes either too low or they bugged out |
| You had a hangover every time we hung out |
| Bitches want to come over with they tongue out |
| You know what young ‘bout, tryna cough a lung out |
| We used to dumb out, running from the jump-out |
| I’m the highest in the house like the attic |
| I’m an addict with stains on my manik |
| My brain is enchanted by seeds that they planted |
| Can’t take a seat ‘cause my heartbeat is rapid |
| Dagnabit, bad habits im rodge rabbit |
| I just took a key bump from Bob Saget |
| Save my blunts for a day and build a log cabin |
| Gave my bitch CPR, that’s what I call captain |
| Permafrosting, Waterworld--Pee Wee Sherman |
| And my dad used to shoot up--higher learning |
| We was pool buds, grew up fire burning |
| Used to spend the night; |
| grandma hide the bourbon |
| Life’s a beach, I’m sprawled in the sand bruh |
| With a model making love to the camera |
| You at the pub making love to your hand bruh |
| Head & Shoulders, the coke’s devils dandruff |
| Heath Cliff and my bitch Dorothy Dandridge |
| She put a gram on the mural, watch it vanish |
| She do a whole bottle a day, how she manage? |
| She a pro like Dickinson, Janis |
| Joplin, coppin' sips from the chalice |
| Naked lunch, having brunch with the mantis |
| Nacho Picasso, come and sniff the canvas |
| I’m sorry Dorothy, but this is not Kansas |
| Watching Heroin Monroe, Crack Nicholson |
| Hollyhood, don’t it feel magnificent? |
| Try to kick, but I know your back sniffin' it |
| I’m not a Family Guy, can’t Peter Griffin it |
| ‘Cause I’m a bad guy, I’mma do it different |
| Since my dad died the drugs made a difference |
| In my secret garden, waiting for the buds to bloom |
| Drunk as Jack Sparrow searching for Orlando Shrooms |
| Art class, white kids used to smell the fumes |
| I would finger all the girls, tell ‘em «smell the poon» |
| I get high as Moon, I could jab the moon |
| He said grab the street-sweeper but I grabbed the broom |
| Sid and Nancy and Nacho on Ramesses tomb |
| Puffin' Bob Marley, high off of Heidi Klum |
| The lizard king, who are you? |
| Hi Lucy Lui |
| In the sky with diamonds like Lucy, cool |
| Pills, purp and powder |
| Something’s gotta work |
| Pills, purp and powder |
| Something’s gotta work |
| Something’s gotta work |
| Something’s gotta work |
| Something’s gotta |
| Something’s gotta work |
| Something’s gotta work |
| Something’s gotta |
| All the drugs I All the drugs I |
| «First, it’s a Saturday night thing when you feel cool like a gangster or a rockstar- just something to kill the boredom, you know? |
| They call it a chippie, |
| a small habit. |
| It feels so good, you start doing it on Tuesdays… |
| then Thursdays… then it’s got you. |
| Every wise ass punk on the block says it won’t happen to them, but it does.» |