| Hundred days I slept alone
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| Faded off of methadone
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| Use it as a stepping stone
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| Now my fade is set in stone
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| More the take, the less I know
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| Boy I made a mess I know
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| Asking me if I’m okay
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| I’d rather just be left alone
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| A bump of coke, numb my nose
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| Headed down a bumpy road
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| Spend a couple months alone
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| Caught up in a undertow
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| I was feeling wonderful
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| But now I’m so uncomfortable
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| Lightning crashing, thunder rolling
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| I’m fighting for my fucking soul
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| Wifey come in and cut the coke
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| Living like my life is trash
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| And I am in a rush to go
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| Vanished in a puff of smoke
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| Panic cause I’m broke
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| How the fuck am I suppose to sleep tonight
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| Now I’m close to fiending
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| Fight the feeling, I ain’t feeling right
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| Isolated with my thoughts
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| That’s what I prefer to be
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| Think you giving gifts to get me lifted bitch you cursing me
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| I wonder if it’s purposely
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| Now I need it urgently
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| But ain’t no sense of urgency
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| And I can feel the urge in me
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| You come between me and my demon, you be pushed aside
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| Think I might skip out of town tonight, I’m 'bout to book a flight
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| Had my future looking bright, I don’t know what happened to it
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| Running down this path of ruin, now I’m Under Bad Influence
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| Started as a teen when I was smoking marijuana see
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| Told my family look away from me, no you don’t wanna see
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| Dance with Mr. Brownstone, and plunge it in my artery
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| Now what I cook up in spoon is permanently part of me
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| Open wide and swallow me, hope my son don’t follow me
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| Told my girl don’t coddle me and told my friend don’t father me
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| Go away don’t bother me, just please don’t let my mama see
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| Sick without a cure I need a script from out the pharmacy
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| I try my hand in Vyvanse, Percocet, Ritalin, and Adderall
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| Welbutrin and Trazodone, Seroquel and Risperdal
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| Vivitrol, Lamotrigine, Cymbalta, and Rufenal
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| Propofol, Abilify, Topamax, and Tramadol
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| Klonopin and Lithium, Depakote and Diazepam
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| Vicodin, Celexa, Gabapentin, and an Ativan
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| Loratadine, Fentanyl, Lexapro, Zyprexa
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| And a 100 other fucking drugs you don’t know the effect of
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| I need Vodka, Tequila, I need Bourbon, Scotch, Whiskey
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| I need Gin without the tonic, I won’t ever stop stiffly
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| I won’t ever quit quickly, when I quit I get sickly
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| Sipping now I got tipsy, let my nemesis get me
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| Now to start my car I breathalyze
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| My brain drain anesthetized
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| Told me I’m depressed but they ain’t tell me 'bout SSRIs
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| Opioid affect alive, a crisis causing death to rise
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| Pharmaceutical, they serve 'em 'cross the counter, weaponize
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| Searching for another fix, how the fuck it come to this
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| Angry with the government brother and I am numb as shit
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| Take a chance and run the risk of shaking hands with scum to get a couple grams,
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| I catch a lick but I can’t get enough of it
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| Focalin to stay awake, Xanny just to sleep at night
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| Trouble with addiction causing friction now I’m demonized
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| Staring at the reaper’s eyes
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| I don’t think nobody else can save me but you’re free to try
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| Catch another felony and I’ll be facing three to five
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| Running from reality, won’t let my children see my eyes
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| 'Stead of playing hide and seek with him
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| I’m playing seek and hide
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| If I end up overdosing dead, nobody’d be surprised
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| A relief from pain in exchange for altered brain chemistry
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| A ball and chain, it seem they always make the same recipe
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| Profit off the sick and poor, it’s not a major mystery
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| They monetize the cure and lace the cure you gave me with disease
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| Open wide and swallow me, hope my son don’t follow me
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| Told my girl don’t coddle me and told my friend don’t father me
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| Go away don’t bother me, just please don’t let my mama see
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| Sick without a remedy unless I get the pharmacy |