| [inhaling] My last time gettin' high | |
| [Verse 1:] | |
| Fallin' in love ain't no joke | |
| Some praise dope like the Catholic praise the pope | |
| I'm looking at my life thrugh the hour glass | |
| How much longer in this world will I last | |
| Boostin' basein' one of the cops chasin' | |
| Big time I be facin' in need of a vacation | |
| Got hooked in a year, never kicked the habit | |
| First day on the streets i still had to have it (body and soul) | |
| Back on the scene a full fleded fiend | |
| Pull a scheme and get high by all means | |
| A quarter spoon a day is my medicene | |
| I ain't never had a high that was better than | |
| When I'm nodding drifting in my own zone | |
| I wanna be left all alone | |
| Some front like they high, but they ain't high | |
| The ultimate high is when you die | |
| [Hook:] | |
| Please tell me why. I'm hooked on this dope. | |
| It's got me feeling out of control | |
| I can't deny (no no) that I need help | |
| It's taking over my body and soul body and soul | |
| [Verse 2:] | |
| Being addicted to this dope makes me wonder | |
| Will it be another dose that'll take me under | |
| Or another dope fiend with the same habit | |
| Puttin' a knife in my back like a street savage | |
| And the road that I travel is a dark route | |
| From one stop to another then the jail house | |
| It seems that I'm waiting on my day to pass | |
| Methodul is what I'm on no I can't last (body and soul) | |
| As I withdraw dripped with sweat to make it through the night | |
| But trying to kick this freakin' habit is a strong fight | |
| I seen my girl overdose it's been 3 days | |
| Impuleses convulses send me in a daze | |
| I can hear 2Pac tellin' me to be strong | |
| But my nigga got stoned and left us out here alone | |
| I know I gots to quit before my future unfolds | |
| This shit got the best of my body and soul | |
| [Hook] | |
| "Picture your dreams on a triple beam" | |
| "Don't underestimate the power of the bitches" | |
| [Verse 3:] | |
| I'm lost and turned out, do anything for a fix | |
| Dying slow and can't seem to kick the habit | |
| Shot up so much dope I can't fing a good vein | |
| But when I ain't high my whole bodys in pain | |
| So everyday I'm searching for that dogs food | |
| A lost sould in the ghetto like a whirlpool | |
| In a shack with 5 other dope fiends | |
| Who got tracks damn near lower than a Soul Train | |
| And it's a shame cause all it took was one hit | |
| Straight to the vein now they got a nigga losin' it | |
| A true hustler having money turned junky | |
| I wanna stop but they say I can't shake the monkey | |
| Off my back, I even tried to go cold turkey | |
| But all it did was make me fiend more and mentally hurt me | |
| Quickly running out of time I got to watch the clock | |
| So on McDownly Street caught up in Gridlock'd | |
| [Hook x2] |
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