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